Page 112 of Knot your Good Girl

“But why do you have my tee shirt?” Confusion laces my words.

“I enjoyed talking to your sister. She was a breath of fresh air and made me laugh. I spent years not laughing.”

I nod. “She was perfect.” My voice disappears.

Our eyes lock. “Not as perfect as you are.”

I look away. It’s hard enough to stop my slick from running because of his scent but looking at him too. That’s too much.

I realize the conversation is going off track again. “You haven’t answered me. Why do you have my tee shirt?”

“She sent it to me.”

I can feel the lines deepening in the center of my forehead. “Why?”

“I sent her my sweater. I wanted to know if my scent was nice to her. She told me she loved my scent and was sending me a tee shirt so I could smell her.” A ripple runs down his throat. “She sent me this.”

My hand slams on my chest. I shake my head as the realization dawns on me as I sob. “She knew.”

Aiden nods.

“Probably why she wouldn’t go too far with me on her OmegaFans account. She knew I was yours.”

“But you were meeting her,” I choke out.

“Was I? Was she planning on setting us up?”

“And then got sick.”

I try to think back to the many times we sat together. The conversations we had.

“I want you to meet someone at the Beverly Hill Wiltshire for me.”

“A man? An alpha?”

She smiled, but I could see the pain behind her eyes.“I’m not leaving you.” I couldn’t. Ivy was so close to her end. “He might kidnap me.”

“You have to.”

“Why is it so important to meet him? Send him a text.”

“I don’t have his number.”

It was then I realized Ivy was meeting her subscribers. She never had a clue who he was. He could have been a serial killer, and she was planning to meet him. And I was adamant I was not leaving her when she was struggling to stay alive.

“If you don’t go, promise me to keep the sweater. Never wash it until you find your scented mate.”

“I don’t believe in scent matching. That’s your thing.”

She grabbed my hand and choked out, “You will. Follow your heart, find his scent, and don’t give up. Please Holly, do it for me.”

“The Beverly Hills Wiltshire?” I ask Aiden. My eyes start filling again.

He nods. “January second.”

Tears coat my eyes. “She knew... She asked me to go there, but she got really sick that day. It was a few days before she passed.”

“Oh, fuck!” Aiden hisses as rushes to me and holds me against him. “I’m sorry. I sent her a message. Told her I was still waiting for her at the hotel. It was the day after. She must have deleted me immediately afterwards.”

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