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“Thank you,” she replies, a pleased look on her face. “I’m really enjoying this. Can’t wait to see what we accomplish.”

“We’ll make a good team,” I say, feeling the truth of my words.

As she gathers her things to leave, that familiar urge rises again, stronger this time. I want to kiss her, to show her how much she means to me already. But I push it down, reminding myself that she needs time to adjust, to find her footing here before anything else.

“Same time tomorrow?” I ask as I walk her down the stairs and around the garage to her apartment.

“Absolutely,” she says with a smile that makes my heart skip a beat.

When we reach her door, she leans up to place a soft kiss on my cheek, and my bear stretches under my skin, urging me to take it further. I ignore the fucker and smile down at my mate. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I’m tempted to ask her to have dinner with me but decide she needs more time before I push too hard.

“Bye.” She steps in the door, and I wait until I hear the lock turn before heading back to my home. My bear grumbles in dissatisfaction, but I know this is the right way to go. One step at a time. She’s here now, and that’s a start. The rest will happen when it’s meant to.

As I prepare to go for my evening run, I feel a deep sense of contentment. Emilia’s presence has brought a new energy to this place and to my life. I’m excited for what the future holds for us.

For now, patience is key. I’ll let her settle in, support her, and build trust. When the time is right, I’ll make my move. Until then, I’m content to let my human side run the show. I have a feeling it’s only a matter of time before everything falls into place.

Chapter 6

EMILIA

The first weekat my new job flies by in a blur of paperwork and learning the ins and outs of Bearly Frosty Snow Removal. I’m in love with this place—its natural beauty, the quiet pace, and most of all, the sense of belonging it gives me.

Every morning, I wake up to the sight of birds chasing each other around the gorgeous backyard, and every night, I fall asleep to the sound of the wind rustling through the forest. It’s a stark contrast to the constant hum of New York City, and I feel like I can finally breathe.

But amidst the contentment, there’s a pang of longing. I miss my sister, Wrenlee. Our bond has always been strong, and being apart from her is harder than I anticipated. We text constantly, sharing snippets of our days, photos, and inside jokes. It’s a lifeline that keeps me connected to the city and to her.

As we’re finishing up Friday evening, Dillon surprises me with a plan to celebrate my first full week at work. “How about we go to the movies tonight?” he suggests, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I’ll even let you choose the movie.”

“I’d love that,” I reply, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my chest. Dillon has been a rock these past few days, helping me acclimate to the job and the town. The intense feelings for him I felt the first moment we met have grown stronger with each passing day.

We leave the office together, stepping out into the cooler evening air. The sky is a deep indigo, and stars are beginning to twinkle overhead. “There’s a charming little theater just up the road,” Dillon explains as we walk to his huge black SUV. “They show a mix of classics and new releases. I thought it might be fun.”

The theater is indeed charming, with its vintage marquee and cozy interior. “What movie do you want to see, little goddess?”

“The new action flick. Duh.” I can’t believe I’m already picking up Gianna’s favorite term.

Leaning closer to his warm, muscular body, I breathe in his deep woodsy scent.

“I knew you were perfect.” He kisses the tip of my nose before walking up to the window to buy our tickets.

After buying us a huge tub of popcorn with extra butter and a large soda to share, Dillon leads us to a pair of seats near the back.

As the lights dim and the previews begin, I feel a rush of excitement. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to the movies, and there’s something magical about spending the evening in the darkened theater with my hot polar bear shifter.

Partway through the film, I feel Dillon’s hand brush against mine on the armrest. My heart skips a beat, and I fight the urge to look at him, afraid he’ll see the desire in my eyes. Oh, man. Can’t shifters smell our emotions, too? I’m in so much trouble here.

His fingers curl around mine, warm and firm, and a shiver runs down my spine. The dark theater feels intimate, almost as if we’re cocooned in our own little world. I try to focus on the movie, but it’s impossible with my hand in his, our fingers intertwined and electricity swirling around us.

Heat pools low in my belly, and I’m acutely aware of every point of contact. The way his thumb gently strokes my palm, the warm weight of his hand, the simple yet electric connection between us. I shift in my seat, feeling slightly breathless, my mind racing and my girly parts tingling.

When the credits finally roll and the lights come up, I’m both relieved and disappointed. Dillon releases my hand, and I can still feel the ghost of his touch lingering on my skin. We gather our things and head out into the cool night, the crisp air feeling refreshing against my overheated body.

“How about a late dinner at the diner?” Dillon suggests, his tone casual, but the flames swirling behind his dark brown eyes tell another story.

“Perfect,” I agree, my heart still pounding from the intensity of the shared moment in the theater. I could use a pitcher of water right now to cool off my overheated body.

The diner is a quaint spot I’ve come to love, with its flickering neon sign and cozy booths. We take a seat by the window, and I order a hot chocolate, craving its warmth and comfort. Dillon gets a water and immediately downs it before we both order cheeseburgers and fries.

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