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“I gave you his address. I practically drove you there and sicced you on him. It was just that I was so angry.”

“So, now you know how I felt,” I said looking at him. “When I act like I do, it’s because I get so angry. But, I know that one day you’re not gonna find someone to beat me up no matter what stupid thing I do. Just like there is nothing I would ever do to hurt you.”

“But, how do I know that?” He asked sincerely.

“You’re gonna have to trust me.”

“For me, trust is hard,” he explained. “It’s not like guys like you have given me any reason to.”

“And it’s not like anyone in my life has given me a reason to trust them. But, I’m willing to trust you. I don’t know why, but I am. I’m asking you to do the same.”

Chapter 9

Kendall

I stared at the man in front of me. He was not who I thought he was. When I first met him… well, I couldn’t remember our first meeting. But when I saw him by the pond, all I could see was how gorgeous he was. He may as well have been a picture in a magazine. That’s why it was so easy to dismiss him when I found out that he was a football player.

When I was introduced to him as my client, or whatever he is, I saw him as a hot bad boy. When I saw him shift into a wolf, I saw him as the fulfillment of my childhood fantasies. But what did any of that even mean?

Standing over him as he wiped the puke from his mouth, I realized that I didn’t know who he was. Telling him that I was scared of him hurt him so much that he tossed his breakfast. Who was capable of such sensitivity?

Built like a Greek statue, l assumed that he would be the strong one. And, maybe he is, but it isn’t in the way that I thought. Sure, he could pound a guy like Evan Carter to mush. And he could turn into the most magnificent animal I had ever seen. But he was also capable of trusting me when every moment of his life had taught him to trust nobody.

That was his true strength. In that way, he was stronger than me. How could I not love that about him? How could I not love him for it?

Oh shit! I love him for it. I’m in love with Nero, my football playing, wolf shifter client. What was I supposed to do now?

“I trust you,” I told him. “At least I’ll try too. Nero, you’re unlike anything I could have imagined.”

“Thank you?” He asked looking at me confused.

“I don’t know if it’s a compliment as much as it is an admission that you aren’t like anyone I’ve ever met. And because you’re not, I have to consider you without weighing you down with my baggage.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means… I don’t know what it means other than that I think you’re special.”

“And, because you’re smiling, I’m assuming you mean it in a good way and not the way a teacher tells a parent that their kid is special?”

I laughed.

“No, I mean it in a very good way. You are… pretty great,” I said feeling my face get hot.

“Okay, I could work with that. I think you’re pretty special as well. It’s more in the parent/teacher way. But that could be good, too.”

I hit him on the shoulder in jest and he laughed.

“Come on.”

“No, I’m kidding,” he said getting up. “I think you’re pretty great, too.”

He took my shoulders in his hands and looked into my eyes. Staring up at him, my heart thumped. I started to lose my breath. I had to swallow.

I wanted him. I wanted everything about him. I wanted him in me. I was about to lean forward and get it until he said,

“Um, I would kiss you right now. But I just spent the last little bit….” He pointed at the remains of Cage’s pancakes.”

“Right. Maybe we should head back to town. Weren’t we gonna talk to Dr. Tom?”