Page 99 of Sparks Flying

“You’re an asshole. Why haven’t you called me?”

“Why haven’t you called me?”

“Because I was going through some shit. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m sorry, Bails. I’ve been studying and settling in here. I’m getting a lot of pressure to rush the doghouse. So I’ve been walking through the motions of it. They really are a great group of guys. I just don’t know what to do.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“Come on, don’t be mad. When you get here next semester we can spend time together and catch up.”

“I’m not going to the ARC next month, which you’d know if you’d bothered to check in with me.”

“What? What the hell Bailey? You were looking forward to college. Did Patrick pull you on full-time at Westin Force already?”

“No. Do you remember when we spoke last month?”

“Of course. You were in Ravenden.”

“And I told you I found my true mate.”

“The raven?”

“Yes, the raven.”

“Ah, Bailey, I suck. I’m so sorry. You went through all that alone?”

“I wasn’t alone, Oscar.”

“Where are you now? Are you okay? That must have been so hard.”

“It wasn’t that bad. Dean’s great.”

“Dean? You mated him?”

“He’s my true mate, Oscar. Of course I did.”

“Wow. That’s great, Bails. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy for you. I’ll be home for Thanksgiving in a few weeks. Will I get to meet him then?”

“Not unless you’re coming to Ravenden for Thanksgiving.”

“You aren’t in San Marco?”

“No. Dean’s in charge of security of Ravenden. I work with him and we live here now.”

“Shit! I’ve missed a ton.”

“You have no idea.”

I spent the rest of the drive home filling him in on all that happened.

When I pulled up to the house, Dean was outside waiting for me.

He opened my car door and offered me his hand.

I pointed to my phone.

“Oscar,” I mouthed.

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