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The way he says this, looking at me and avoiding my mate’s glare, I’m guessing he’s worried my mate is about to pull the plug.
“I don’t know about this,” she says. “I’m not sure we should let you test his wolf. Maybe we ought to have you sign a non-disclosure agreement first.”
Fuck, she’s awesome.
“I don’t think that’s necessary, is it?” Cat asks.
“It’s not,” he responds, but I can tell my mate is trying the guy’s patience.
Cicely says, “Maybe we should get Ronnie Young in here first and ask her to lay hands on you, Mitch. See if you’re hiding anything.”
“Whoa,” Mitch raises his hands. “I’m not the enemy here, folks.”
“I mean, I’m sure you can’t wait to perform experiments on his wolf, right?” she demands. “Medical marvel that it is?”
Tyson opens the door. “Veronica?”
“Why didn’t I think of that?” I ask my mate, with humor.
“Who needs a built-in attack dog when you’ve got a lass like her?” Mitch quips.
I chuckle, glad he’s seeing the humor here.
“This is no laughing matter, mister,” my gorgeous mate warns me. “Stop looking so damn handsome when I’m pissed off.”
I laugh harder.
Ronnie Young comes in.
Mitch sits on the stool and holds his hands up. “Feel free, Veronica. I want to show I’m no enemy, but I must caution you that if you utilize any information you glean from laying hands on me for anything at all, you could be subject to SCC sanctions.”
Ronnie steps up and he extends his hand.
“Understood. That’s not what I’m about. But I have to ask, am I going to regret this?” she asks. “Because if you think I will, I might ask Greyson to channel me instead.”
He sighs. “I don’t think you’ll regret it. HopefullyIwon’t.”
“You won’t, Dr. Blakely,” she assures and takes his hand.
Watching Ronnie react to holding his hand is fascinating. Multiple emotions cross her face before she swallows and steps back, looking at me. Her face changes to what looks like a haunted expression for a beat.
“What is it?” I ask.
She clears her expression. “I think you’re in good hands here. Dr. Blakely is a good man.”
“What’s the look for then?” Cicely asks with suspicion.
“I’m just…” She shakes her head briefly and blows out a breath, “I’m still a little affected by all I felt when I touched your mate, Cicely. Sorry, Jared. I’m doing my best not to show it.”
She’s afraid of me.
“Sorry, Ronnie,” I rasp.
She gives me a shaky smile.
I add, “For whatever you felt when you touched me.”
“That’s not your fault,” she states and she does it with strength in her voice. “You’ve got no reason to apologize to me.”
