“Butyoushould be huntingher.”
“I was rejected. My wolf already made it through his hunt.”
“So her wolf is the one who picked you?”
“Guess so.”
Maya shoved a hand through her hair, her expression somewhere between shocked and horrified. “Fuck.”
I was pretty sure she was more worried about herself than she was about me. We knew we were technically in danger of ending up mated again, but we had kept to ourselves enough that we thought we could avoid it.
And Maya’s experience with mating was much, much worse than mine.
I expected Graham to ask her how she knew about werewolves or if she was one herself, but he didn’t.
I liked that.
Respected the hell out of it, even.
“Do you have any idea how I could keep up with this?” He gestured to the stuff for my business. It was definitely a mess, but I knew where every single thing was, and had perfected the process.
Yeah, it could probably be more perfect without being as much of a wreck as it was. But why fix what wasn’t broken?
“I’ve helped her fill orders a couple of times,” Maya admitted. “I can show you how it works. She ran a big sale a few days ago, so there’s a shit ton to do right now.”
“Thanks.”
“I don’t know how you’re going to get her out of work at the university without it costing her job,” Maya warned, taking a step toward Graham.
My wolf snarled, and my friend stopped abruptly. Her hands were still up, but she lifted them higher.
“My uncle is one of Moon Ridge’s top doctors. I should be able to get her a note,” Graham said.
Maya opened her mouth to argue—then closed it.
That was my best chance at keeping the job, and she knew it.
“I think you’re going to have to give me a rundown of the process from over there,” Graham said. “Furball is pretty possessive.”
Maya grimaced at the nickname, but started walking him through the steps.
It took a lot longer than it would’ve if she could move closer, but she couldn’t.
It waslunch time when Graham finally had his first order packaged, and Maya let out a relieved breath. “You’ve got it?”
“Sure.” Graham was still being too laid-back. I didn’t think there was any way he’d figured it all out.
“Great. I’m going to go.” Maya pointed to the door.
“Thanks for the help.”
“Sure. Text me from Stella’s phone if you need anything. I live nearby.”
She didn’t want him to know she lived next door, which I understood.
Maya reached for the door just as it opened behind her.
Jade was in the entryway.
