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Woman in Jeopardy,
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still won’t tell me why you ran. You hurt me.” Her voice cracked. “I trusted the wrong man with my heart.”
My chest burned with regret. My mate, my childhood best friend, my first and only love, had trusted me with her heart, and I tossed it aside. I’d justified it behind a noble cause, but deep down, I’d been too scared to tell her the truth.
Her boyfriend was a werewolf.
“Are you telling me it’s too late?” My gut twisted while I waited for her answer. She was a human; she didn’t have one mate. She could find someone else. For me, Anna was my one true love. I’d be alone forever. I could sleep around, and even get married, but my heart would never be engaged. An empty life.
And my own fault.
She shrugged and wrapped up what was left of her sandwich. “I didn’t say that.”
My pulse surged. Fucking hope—I couldn’t rein it in.
“Kissing you again…” She dared a look in my direction. “There is definitely still something there, but until you can tell me what happened the day you walked out of my life, I’ll always be looking over my shoulder, knowing you could leave at any time, and I won’t live like that.”
“I will never let you go again. You have my word.”
“Your word means very little to me. You want to prove you never stopped loving me?” She got up and stared down at me. “Start by trusting me with the truth.”
She turned and made her way back down, leaving me behind in stunned silence. What the hell was I supposed to do? I’d fucked things up royally, but I couldn’t tell her I’d found out she was my one true mate and then dumped her. Even if I tried to explain werewolves—and our dangerous enemies—were real, she wouldn’t believe me, and if she did, that would be the news story of her life.
Could I expose everyone for a second chance at love?
“Logan!”
Anna’s shout snapped me back to reality. “Yeah?”
I started snatching up the blanket and water bottles and shoving them into the backpack.
“I can’t make that last jump to the ground.”
Smiling, I hooked the pack over one shoulder and hustled down to find her.
She stood at the edge of the rock face with her hand on her hip. Without makeup, hair tied back, wearing faded jeans and a tank top, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I wanted to peel off her clothes and explore every inch of her. How had I lived without her for so long?
“Kinda takes away some of the drama out of my exit when I need your help to get down.” She almost smiled.
That hint of a curve to her lips reignited the hope. I grinned. “Your secret is safe with me.”
She rolled her eyes, chuckling. “Doesn’t change what I said.”
“I know.” I walked past her and crawled over the edge, hanging down I released my grip and landed on my feet. “Okay, your turn.”
I held my arms out to catch her. She shook her head. “I still don’t get how you can make that jump and not break your leg.”
“Mom always said I was part monkey.”
She let her legs over the side. “You’re ready?”
I focused on her every move. “I’ve got you. Let go.”
Anna squeaked as she dropped. I caught her with little effort, but I didn’t set her down. “You still trust me.”
“With my life.” She stared into my eyes. “Not with my heart.”
Being this close to her, I had to taste her lips, but unlike our last kiss, I took it slow. My lips brushed hers, gentle and tentative, waiting for her reaction. Unspoken questions lined her eyes. My gaze stayed on her face as I kissed her again.
This time she responded, her teeth catching my lower lip. A growl rumbled in my chest, and she smiled. “I still want you, too.”
Our lips fused together. Hungry, aching, my tongue finding hers. God, she tasted like honey and cinnamon. My Anna. Mine. Her fingers slid into my hair, pulling me closer. I carried her into the shadows of the thick pine trees and held her in one arm while I dropped the backpack and slowly let her feet
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