Page 36 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“Savage…”

“I talked to Hunter. He said things are better between you two. Didn’t give any details.” He eyed me, like he was hoping I would share.

But if he didn’t know about the dating thing, I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him. Not twenty-four hours after we’d been in bed together.

Yeah, my life was a mess.

“He shifted, and I had a conversation with his wolf. The beast is trying to ease up,” I said.

It was the truth.

Just not the full truth.

Since the Savage brothers could sniff out lies, a girl had to be careful with what she said to one of them.

Clay’s eyebrows lifted. “Really?”

“Yeah. We’re trying something new. It’s a thing.”

“Does that something new involve getting to know each other?”

Did he seriously think Hunter and I were going to start trying to make a relationship work after everything that had happened?

“Of course not. We’re trying to break his wolf’s attachment to me, not make him more obsessed.”

“Just checking.” Clay lifted his hands as if in surrender.

I took the tote bag with my clothes in it, pulling the fabric out before I handed it back.

My thong was hanging out from beneath my arm, and his gaze dipped to it.

His throat bobbed before his eyes met mine again.

I took a long sip of my coffee.

Nope, I wasn’t going to be attracted to Clay. Not even a little. I was a steel trap of neutrality.

“About last night,” he said.

“I know it doesn’t mean anything. I’m not going to get attached. I don’t expect your man-whore tendencies to disappear because we screwed a few times.”

He blinked. “I’m not?—”

“We’re good, okay? Friends, remember? One night doesn’t change that.” I patted him on the arm awkwardly.

No, I wasn’t going to notice how good his bicep felt. Not even a little.

“That wasn’t—” he began, but I stepped back.

“It’s really okay, Savage. As far as I’m concerned, nothing happened between us. Have a good night, and thanks for the coffee.”

I slipped into my room and closed the door behind me, squeezing my eyes shut.

Everything was fine. I’d survived, and I’d found a potential mate that I liked decently well. Hunter was already setting up more meetings. That was what mattered.

My memories of my night with Clay would fade, quickly.

I hoped.

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