"She was a pack member for two decades before she ran," he reminded her. "She has no reason to betray us."
"I suppose not," Deborah pushed up her sleeves and kept washing. "Good to see that she's putting roots down in town. I guess that means she knows you aren't going to let her leave anytime soon."
He froze. "What do you mean by putting down roots?"
Deborah shrugged. "I stopped into that new coffee shop downtown, and she was working. Alexander was tucked into a corner booth, reading. Don't worry. Both of them looked pretty content."
She continued to ramble on, but he stopped listening. Instead, he could only hear a low buzz in his ears. Sharon had a job. His mate was out in town working at some little café he had never seen in his whole life. It was all well and good that she was loo
