around him. “I know you read her file. You know what she’s been up against. And Austin told you she had trust issues. What do you think you’d do if she told you something for your own good? Like for instance, ‘stay here,’ or ‘do as I say?’ You wouldn’t like it any better than she does. Would you?” He shook his head. “But she’s hurt. And in a great deal of pain. How am I supposed to just let her go about her way when I know she can barely walk?” “You just do. She’s not your run of the mill girl, Connor. She has abilities more profound than yours. She can’t shift, but…can you imagine what she finds out when she touches someone? Can you even begin to think what she gets from anyone when she comes into contact with them? Connor, she knows everything there is to know about all of us even without us telling her.” He looked beyond the yard to the woods. He’d never thought of her knowing his mind. He knew what she could do, or at least what the file said she could do, but not anything more. He glanced at his mom. “She doesn’t trust me because I’ve given her no reason to. I’ve been bullying her since she came into my life. And me into hers.” His mom patted him on the back and stood. “How do you know? How do you know that she’s…what?” “Overwhelmed? Look around you, Connor. There are over a thousand people here. How many of them do you think have touched her in some way? Brushed against her? Touched something she touches? She’s been on her own for many years living out of trash cans and dumpsters. How many less people has she come in contact with up until now?” Connor heard his mom go into the house as he continued to sit on the step. Overwhelmed. He’d been doing that to her as well. Lou had been in constant contact with someone since she’d been found in the woods. Connor stood up. He had to make it right with her. But first, he had something he needed to do. He got into his truck and went into town. A man with the kind of money he had could make things happen much quicker than one who didn’t. And Connor wanted to make things happen. The first stop had been to the construction company that was working on his home. The next few were to get things to overwhelm his pretty mate in a positive way. Connor arrived back at the compound late. The house wasn’t completely dark, but he knew that most of the people inside were in bed. He entered the house through the kitchen and wasn’t really surprised to see CJ there. She was working on something and looked up at him when he cleared his throat. “I was making her a chart. I know she hasn’t been introduced to a lot of us yet, but I thought a sort of pecking order might help her out. I know it would have me.” He glanced down at the sheet and nodded. “She could probably use it, but wait before giving it to her. I need to…I want to…” He sat down in the chair and held his packages to his chest. “I’m trying to woo her.” CJ put out her hand and he gave her two of the bags. “This is nice. What made you think to get her this?” It was one of those reader things. He’d seen her reading when he’d been in the room a couple of times, and when he’d gone to the jail, she had four or five books open and spread on the floor under the bed. He told CJ this. “She’ll love it. It’s much easier to carry around than a book sometimes. I have one by the bed. And I have stories on it that I read the twins at night.” She handed it back to him as she opened the next bag. This one had been the hardest to figure out. He’d never bought women’s clothes before and he hadn’t a clue what size she wore. But when CJ held it up, he could see that it was silly and reached for it. “I love these, Connor. And she will too. Oh my, but they’re so soft.” The jammies in her hand looked as much. “You did well with these.” She put them back in the bag, but not before she rubbed them on her cheek again. Connor