“Julie Sanders?” Lizzie asked. “You’ve been in contact with her?”
He nodded and asked, “Yeah. Why do you ask?”
She bit her lip as she thought about the email Julie Sanders had written to her.
Instead of answering, she asked, “Did you tell her about me? Did you tell her who I was?”
He shook his head and said, “I just said there was another were, a female were, and told her about what I was feeling. I asked her if she thought that meant anything, and she wrote back about the feeling one gets when one meets his or her mate for the first time.”
“So, you’ve confirmed she’s a were?” Lizzie asked. “Is that why you believe what she is telling you?”
He nodded, so she asked, “Have you met her in person?”
Shaking his head, he said, “We haven’t yet, but we have plans to meet up for coffee one o
