Page 60 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

Then she steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind her, leaving me more confused than I’ve been in my life.

What does that mean?

Am I forgiven?

Should I follow her into the bathroom and kiss her?

Why do I suddenly have no idea how to deal with a woman?

And the answer hits me at once.

I’m not dealing withawoman.

I’m dealing with mymate.

I’ve fucked things up so epically between us already that I’m sitting at minus five out of ten. One more fuckup and she’ll walk.

She’s walking already, if I can believe her talk of going back to her job in the city. But she won’t just walk. She’ll run.

So I can’t mess up again.

My wolf reminds me of the dead deer.

“A dead deer will not impress her,” I snap as the bathroom door swings open.

Kat stands in the doorway, wearing a wrinkly baggy T-shirt that doesn’t show as much of her curves as I’d like, and a pair of shorts so long that they hit her knees.

She stares at me, and I stare at her.

“Did you say something about a dead deer?” she asks.

“No,” I lie.

She blinks. “Right.”

She’s in wrinkled cotton, everything a size or two too big for her, face slightly pink from her having scrubbed it clean, and her hair is in an uneven braid, yet I can’t take my eyes off her.

“You keep staring at me,” she says.

“Have you finished with the bathroom?”

She nods.

I walk toward her and step around her, taking advantage of the closeness to inhale her fragrance.

Finan would have things to say about me sneaking into her apartment, riffling through her drawers, and now sniffing her hair.

Probably his suggestion would be for me to stop acting like an obsessed stalker.

And he would be right.

She walks to her duffle, and stuffs the clothes she was wearing into it.

I open my mouth to tell her to take the bed, and I’ll take the floor. Then I shut my mouth because I know myself.

The second she gets into that bed—my bed—there’s no way in hell I’m choosing the floor over setting in beside her, even if it means I wake up with her claws in my chest. I should offer to take the floor because that’s what a gentleman would do.

But she’s my mate.

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