Page 105 of Secret Shifters Next Door

Deep in thought, Chelsea exfoliated my hands. “Are you for sure over Steffen?”

I blinked in surprise, shaking my head. “It’s been more than a decade. Fifteen years. Of course I’m over him.”

“Okay, that’s good. I thought maybe that was why you were hesitating about letting a good-looking guy take you to dinner. To tell you the truth, I’m glad you’re totally over him. Steff is kind oftheplayboy in town. From what I’ve heard, he’s left a string of ladies behind him all across the county. It doesn’t hurt that he looks like walking sex. Don’t tell Kris I said that.”

I tried to hide how bothered I was at the idea that Steff simply hopped from bed to bed, leaving a trail of broken hearts wherever he went. The boy I knew would never have done something like that.

“Anyway,” Chelsea continued, “I think dinner with this Ryland guy sounds like a great idea. Wouldn’t hurt to have a new friend in town. Am I right?”

“You know, I think you are.” I’d text Ryland as soon as I got back to my car.

EIGHT

STEFF

When I woke on Friday morning, my entire body ached. It felt like jagged glass had replaced the marrow in my bones. Getting out of bed and into the shower had me gritting my teeth and groaning. After a hot shower, the pain subsided a little. I knew exactly what was happening. The curse was working on me. This was my punishment for ignoring the mating bond with April. As I got dressed, I mentally prepared myself for things to get worse, although I hoped I’d found a loophole in the spell. If April fully rejected me, the curse might break. I just needed to handle the pain until that happened.

I drove to work and limped into Miles’s office. He glanced up from his computer and watched me walk. When I sat down and grunted in pain, he cocked an eyebrow.

“Still doing the stupid thing?”

“For the millionth time, it isn’t stupid. It’s analytical.”

“So, you think you know more than one of the most powerful witches the world has ever known?”

I looked at him sullenly. “I don’t know… maybe?”

Miles turned away from his keyboard. “Look, dude, why are you being weird about this?”

“Weird, how?”

“Like, why aren’t you looking at this like a gift? Why aren’t you trying to get back together with April?”

I frowned at him. He was crazy. “Because that’s never going to happen. I ripped her heart out, stomped on it, then walked away. That ship has sailed halfway across the ocean and sunk.”

“You aren’t looking at this the right way, Steff. Your situation is totally different from Tate’s. The curse threw him together with a woman he didn’t know. He and Harley had to buildeverygoddamn thing from the ground up. You and April were in love once. This should be easier. Yeah, yeah, you were a dick back then. Probably not how I would have handled things, but the connection is already there. The biggest thing is that you never actually stopped loving this girl.”

“Miles, you aren’t getting it. Things are more complicated than that.”

“It’s only complicated because you’re making it complicated. You need to learn from your mistakes. Curse or not, you’ve got a second chance to make things right and most people don’t get that.” Miles slammed his palm on the desk for emphasis.

He looked pissed, which wasn’t like him. “Are you okay, bro?”

Miles grimaced and stood, straightening his shirt. “I’m fine. I need to… go do something.”

He walked out, leaving me alone in his office. What the hell was that all about? Miles was usually the calm one. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw him snap like that. Had I ever seen him do something like that? He was really passionate about my situation. Maybe he did have a point. Could I really have a second chance with April?

I’d basically done everything possible to hurt her. My mind wound back to that day in the school parking lot. I’d caused her so much pain. Her face had crumpled, and the tears had come hard and strong. She’d begged to know what she’d donewrong, what had happened for me to change my mind about us. All she wanted was an answer. What had I done? Turned the fuck around and walked back to my truck. Not even given her the decency of a backward glance. My own eyes burned at the memory of her calling my name as I slammed my truck door. One last word spoken to me in desperate longing. How could she ever forgive something like that? Forgive me for not giving her an explanation and not showing her an ounce of remorse? For leaving her standing there alone and crying?

My bear let out a sad whine at the memory. Even all those years ago, the creature inside me had been incredibly fond of April. And now, this spell had made it possible for them to be together. To be true mates. But I just couldn’t see how it would work out? April was famous and always in the spotlight. If we mated, she’d turn into a shifter. Harley had done well with the change, but that was different. She wasn’t in the world’s eye. It would be too much of a burden for April. I knew from experience.

The chair creaked as I stood up. I walked over to my own office and grabbed a framed picture from the top of my filing cabinet. It was of me and the Major League Baseball commissioner the day I was drafted—one of the happiest moments of my life. That happiness had lasted less than a year.

I’d been drafted number three overall coming out of college. I’d led my team to the College World Series for three years running, and I’d even hit the championship winning home run the third year. Being around humans so much, though—first through college and then the pros—meant I’d had to suppress my urges and my need to shift. It made the bear restless and preoccupied my mind.

During a game in my first season, I’d been playing third base and couldn’t focus on what was happening around me because my bear had tried to assert itself. The scents of popcorn andhotdogs caught my attention. Normally, I could ignore it as it was simply a part of the game. That day, though, the bear had been aggressive and took over for a matter of seconds.

The guy on second had bolted, trying to steal third. I finally snapped out of it when the screams pierced my ears. The catcher got the ball and hurled it to me like a rocket. My shifter reflexes helped me catch the ball. I turned, still not fully aware of what was happening. When I spun, a 200-pound designated hitter barreled toward my base. He tried to slide, but my foot wasn’t where it should have been. The guy’s shoulder slammed into my knee at full speed.

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