There was a long pause then, as if neither man knew what to say next. Mick broke it finally by asking, “Now what?”
“I suppose that depends on you. You know what I am now. Do you want me to go so you can forget something like me even exists?”
“I doubt that’s possible. Forgetting there’s such a thing as shifters, I mean.” Mick hesitated. “Or forgetting you exist,” he added quietly, his gaze locked on Wynn.
Ignoring his suddenly racing pulse, Wynn replied, “That doesn’t mean you want me hanging around, throwing it in your face every time you see me that at any moment I might literally head for the hills and become a wild animal.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t either.” Mick smiled slightly. “As long as I don’t have to watch. That would be a bit too freaky I think. Just the picture of Lionel doing
