“Take a breath and sit down,” John calmly told him as he pointed to a leather sofa against the wall. “We can have a drink while you explain to me how you met her and who she is.”
“That’s easy,” Drew said with a smile as he sat, and John poured two glasses of scotch. “You introduced her to me.” Drew paused until John looked at him. With a smile, he added, “Carrie is my mate.”
“Carrie!” John gaped before he regained his composure and joined Drew on the sofa, handing him his glass. “Are you sure it’s Carrie?”
“I am,” Drew said. He took a gulp from his glass and let the liquid warm his throat and settle in his stomach. “I felt the tingles of the mate bond when I shook her hand. I couldn’t scent her until after Hailey’s perfume cleared out. I swear, whoever created the fragrance she is weari
