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“And an even better fuck, I bet! I’ll tell you how it is.”

She pats my arm and lopes away, leaving me standing there feeling…gross, wrong.

I want to leave. I shouldn’t have come out so soon. I should have stayed in to recover. This was a mistake. I’m too raw, too vulnerable. Everything is too much.

I slide a hand down my hot face and message Delphine as I head for the exit, telling her to text me when it’s done, so I can make sure she’s okay.

As I drive away, past The Pit Stop, I wonder where Maverick is at this moment, what he’s doing, and if he’s found someone to replace me.

I don’t know if I want to know. I don’t fucking want to know a thing anymore.

CHAPTER

FOUR

SKYE

The manwho’s been haunting my thoughts and dreams doesn’t even look at me when he comes by to hang out with my brother the following week—and he definitely doesn’t smile. It’s like what we had was fleeting, a passing of ships in the night. I know we agreed this is what needed to happen, but for some reason, I’m struggling with it.

I don’t know what Maverick did to me, but he did something, and I’m not totally right in the head anymore.

He fucked all common sense out of me and now I’m all mopey and love-struck.

I’m so distraught, in fact, that Rob has pulled me out of the house on a Saturday night as an intervention. Not that I really want to go.

I just want to read in bed.

The thing with that wolf shifter the other night didn’t help matters.

Delphine raved about how good the sex was, but the whole encounter left me with an uneasy feeling in my stomach—the way he looked at me, the way he almost seemed to devour mewithout even touching me. The thought makes me want to curl up under my covers and never come out.

But Rob won’t let me. He shows up, bouncing on his toes and forcing me to shower and get dressed. The horror.

“I promise you, we will have the best time,” he says, his auburn hair flopping over his forehead as we get into his car. He pushes it back, his bright green eyes almost shining. He’s pretty. I admit that. My best friend is really fucking pretty. Too bad he’s a beta and can’t provide what I need when I go into heat.

Not that I’m interested in him. Never have been and never will be.

I arch an eyebrow at him and then fold my arms across my chest as he backs us out of my driveway. “Yeah, okay. If I do this, I get at least two more weeks to read in bed without you forcing me out of the house.”

“Skye. It’s summer. You need to be out and partying.”

“Ha. Are we really best friends? When have I ever partied?”

“True. Well, you need to get over Maverick…”

“Oh please,” I say sarcastically, even though that’s exactly what this is. I’ve been having a pity party. I’ve missed him. Not that he seems to feel the same. He seems back to his normal self.

Ignoring me and pretending I don’t exist.

“Anyway. Maybe you can find some big, strong alpha to get under tonight. Help you move past your…whatever he is.”

I eye him and then purse my lips.

“I was propositioned the other night,” I tell him, and Rob nearly drives off the road.

“When? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I didn’t because I felt uneasy about it. Still do.

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