Clare
I had done it.
I was inside.
Not visiting.
Not standing outside the door waiting for Joss to acknowledge me.
I was living under the same roof as my mate.
It should have felt like a victory.
Instead, I couldn’t stop thinking about Arielle.
She had moved into the guest room.
Because of me.
I should have felt guilty.
Perhaps a small part of me did.
But the stronger part of me felt relieved.
For the first time since discovering Joss was my mate, I wasn’t watching him from a distance.
I was here.
In his home.
In his life.
And I intended to stay.
I walked into the kitchen the following morning to find Joss standing at the counter, staring into a cup of coffee.
He looked exhausted.
His shoulders were tense.
His eyes were fixed on the hallway.
I knew exactly what he was
