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Grayson hissed and rubbed the charred denim on his backside. “She’s still accepting the truth. What did you need, Kaleb?”
“I’ll let you two handle business,” I said with a squeak and took a step back.
Grayson’s blue-green eyes narrowed at mine, and I froze midstep. “Kaleb?”
Kaleb coughed to mask his chuckle, but I heard it nonetheless. “Just need the keys to the truck.”
Without looking, Grayson tossed a set of keys he pulled from his jeans.
“Nice meeting you, Aileen.”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered, still staring at Grayson. If he’d been in his cat form, there was no doubt he’d be stalking around me. “I-I-um, sorry?”
One of his thick brows raised with amusement. “Are you?”
“Of course I am! I’d never hurt you, Gray.”
“You know, it would be easier if you just accepted it,” he said, closing the distance between us.
I shook my head. “I’ll never accept someone trying to hurt you.”
His grin was downright panty-melting. “You’re. My. Mate.”
My lips formed an O, and he placed one finger under my chin and raised it.
“Mine.”
“I’m not an object.” My words would have made a bigger impact if my voice hadn’t shook.
Grayson took his time studying me, stimulating every nerve ending in my body. “No, you certainly are not, but you’re mine regardless.”
I looked at his right ear and willed myself to focus. “We’re tabling that topic. You need to tell Mac everything.”
“He’s always known you’re mine.”
My eyes rolled, and I sighed. “Tabling the topic,Grayson!”
“I haven’t told him because it’s not a big deal, Lee. Someone spray-paintedtraitoron the windows. The drywall getting all moldy is thanks to the storm from hell, same with the electrical. Your vision about the furniture hasn’t come to pass. Some people are assholes who think Bryson’s crimes are my own.Youdon’t think that.Momdoesn’t think that.Macdoesn’t think that. Hell, even Cami believes in me. I’m good, baby, really.”
Frustration filled me. The stubborn man refused to listen. Before I could reply, my cellphone rang.
“Now’s not a good time,” I told Cami.
“Lee! It’s Grayson! Something’s happened!”
Chapter 8
My brow pinched in confusion, but before I could reply, Grayson had taken my phone and pressed it to his ear.
“I’m fine, Cam. What’s going on?” His eyes rounded, and every muscle in his body tensed. “Where? Okay, I’m on my way now.”
One moment he was passing me the phone, and the next his clothes exploded from his body as he dropped onto all fours. His sleek panther cast me a quick glance before bursting through the door.
“Cam?” I asked and realized the call had ended.
With a wave of my hand, I repaired the door and took off on foot to Cami’s bakery. The closed sign was up, and the lights were dimmed. After swiping at my phone a few times, I pressed it to my ear, each ring ratcheting up my frustration.
“What the hell is going on?” I yelled as soon as the line was answered.
