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Shay shrugged. Not the answer I wanted. “That, I can’t say. I can’t see the future. But I can say that apologizing when you’ve done something wrong is the first step. I’ll bet he’s as upset as you are.”

“Okay. I’m going over there.” I jumped up.

“Our session is only halfway done.”

“Oh. It doesn’t matter. I have a mate to say sorry to.”

“I’ll only charge you half.” Shay chuckled. “I’m already eager to hear what happened when you come in for your next session. Go on. Find your mate.”

I rushed out of the office and straight for Micah’s store, hoping and praying to whatever god or goddess who would listen, for him to stay open just a few minutes later than usual.

And for him to listen to my apology.

I opened the door and was instantly comforted by his lingering scent. “Micah?” I called out as my heart attempted to beat right out of my chest.

“I’m here,” he replied, wiping his hands on a towel tucked into his apron as he emerged from the back. “Oh, Edwin. I didn’t expect you. I’m about to close, but I can put together an order before I do.”

“I’m not here for the chocolate,” I said, breathless. Damn, a few months of not dancing, and already I was winded.

“What are you here for, alpha?”

He called me alpha. That had to be a good sign.

“I came to apologize for the other night. I canceled our dinner and ran off like an idiot. I felt so seen and raw after telling you what happened to me, and I was embarrassed. Ashamed. Humiliated. But you didn’t deserve that. I’m so sorry, Micah. Please accept my apology. I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me after this, but I hope you do because these last few days thinking about you and not being able to see you has been heartbreaking.”

“Oh, Edwin,” he said, coming over to stand right in front of me. His fingertips grazed mine. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

Chapter Ten

Micah

I’m so sorry, Micah. Please accept my apology. I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me after this, but I hope you do because these last few days thinking about you and not being able to see you has been heartbreaking.

I had been waiting to hear back from him, but it took a couple of days before I realized we’d never exchanged phone numbers. So, even if he’d wanted to text me and say thanks for the food or drop dead or anything…he couldn’t.

He could have come by the shop, though, and for a day or so, every time the bell rang when I was in the kitchen, I jumped. But soon enough, I recognized the likelihood that he was choosing not to visit. I must have done something to upset him, but I just couldn’t think what. And since he knew where to find me, my tracking him down at his home to ask felt stalkerish.

No, I would just have to trust that if he was indeed my fated, he would want to come to me and talk it out. I’d have to be patient. Which, had I been asked, I would have said was one of my better qualities. Before I met my mate.

I’d never been happier to see anyone or more surprised to receive an apology. But he hadn’t done anything wrong, and it was very important to me that he know that. I moved closer to him and brushed his hand with mine. “Oh, Edwin,” I said. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

He brought his other hand up and cupped my cheek. “Omega, you’re too kind. But I’m so glad you aren’t angry with me. But I hope that doesn’t mean we can’t kiss and make up.”

“Let’s avoid interruptions.” I reached behind me and twisted the lock, turned the sign to closed. “Now we can.”

We’d only touched hands once or twice so far, although my imagination had gone far beyond such simple contact. When he enfolded me in his arms, I learned how limited my imagination was. My life had been ordinary as far as shifters went. I’d dated and even had some short relationships, but none of them had been more than fast-fading crushes. I had thought I’d never have a mate, but from the moment he walked into my store the first time, my wolf was fully aware that he was our other half.

“You really aren’t upset at me?” he asked, stroking my back. “Not even a little?”

“I thought it was me.” I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent, his warmth, his presence. “I’ve been trying to figure out what I said that drove you away so fast.”

“And then you still sent me dinner from Dragon’s Breath.” He kissed my temple. “It was delicious, and I wanted to call and thank you, but I didn’t have your number.”

“You could have come by, wait…you did.”

He held me tighter. “But it should have been sooner. If it means anything, I ran out of a counseling appointment when I realized I couldn’t do without you for even another half hour.”

“Are you paying for the whole time? Maybe you should go back.” I didn’t even know why I said that because if he did, I’d have to go with him. How would that be? Couples counseling before we mated.

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