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After downing the rest of my coffee, I head over to the table in the back with the coffee pot.
“Hey guys, did you find your brother Aragon?” I ask as I pour them coffee.
“Aylwin,” Mr. Frowny Face corrects. “And yes, we tracked him down to the mountains.”
“That’s great,” I say, but they don’t look happy as they give each other a look. “Was he camping or something?”
“He was dead.”
My mouth drops as I stare at them in shock. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“We’re sorry too,” the one on the left says as he stares at me with his bright jade green eyes. “Sorry for what we’re going to do to his killers once we get our hands on them.”
I’m a little shaky and quiet as I serve them breakfast. I’m filled with relief an hour later when they’re finally gone.
“So?” Debbie asks when she catches me looking out the window for the thirteenth trillion time. “Are you going to give Westin another chance?”
“I’m not sure,” I say as I feel the warm tingling on my neck. I do love the way it feels. “We’ll see.”
My heart starts racing when I see his truck pull into the parking lot. A tow truck with Mechanic written on the door is following him.
“See?” Debbie says as Westin shows the mechanic my bumper-less car. Westin gets my bumper out of his pickup truck and the mechanic gets to work on reattaching it. “He’s not so bad.”
I can’t take my eyes off him. He keeps glancing over, trying to find me through the glare of the sun on the windows.
God, he looks even worse than I feel. He looks awful.
He’s wringing his hands and rubbing his wrists as he looks over every so often with a pained stare.
I can tell this is tearing him apart. He looks like he was up all night. His hair is all messy and his shirt is on inside out. It hurts my heart to see and I actually start to feel bad for him.
Seeing how much I mean to him, how much pain not being near me is causing him, brings a smile to my lips.
The mechanic finishes with my car and I watch as Westin pays him.
“Go talk to him,” Debbie urges as the tow truck leaves the parking lot. “You’ll see. It’s going to be okay.”
My mind is spinning as he takes one last long pained look at the diner and then drops his head and shuffles over to this truck.
Then all of a sudden, my feet start moving on their own and I rush outside. “Westin!” I call out to him.
He whips his head around and there’s so much hope and longing in his eyes that I know I’m already going to forgive him. How can I not?
“Westin, wait,” I say as I rush over.
“I’m so sorry, Kimberly,” he says with a wince. I can hear the pain in his voice. “I’d never hurt you. I should have explained. My bear got me all worked up—you got me all worked up—and I just reacted. I wasn’t thinking. I can’t think straight around your beauty. I’m a mess without you.”
“Okay, relax,” I say with a chuckle as I raise my hand to calm him down.
His whole body is strained as he watches me with pained blue eyes and it hits me that this is real. We are mates. This intense connection is real.
“Debbie explained why you bit me. You were marking me?”
He slowly nods.
“So, I’m yours now?”
He doesn’t answer, but I can tell that I am. And it brings a smile to my face.
“I’m kind of a mess without you too,” I tell him.
His beautiful blue eyes light up. “Really?”
I nod.
I don’t want to spend another night without him.
“I finish at four,” I tell him as I inch a little closer to his tempting body. “Are you going to be waiting for me right here?”
“I’m not leaving this parking lot.”
“Good,” I say with a laugh. “But in that case, you might want to fix your shirt. It’s inside out.”
He quickly takes it off and puts it the right way as I get a full glorious view of his chest, abs, and arms.
“I’ll see you at four,” I say in a seductive voice as I turn away from him. I strut back to the diner, swaying my round ass for him, and I can feel his eyes on me the entire way.
Four o’clock is not going to come fast enough.
Westin
Kimberly is in my house. My mate is in my house.
I still can’t believe it.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she walks around the living room, looking at the view of the mountains.
“It’s stunning here,” she says as she looks out of the floor to ceiling window.
My eyes are locked on her round ass. “It certainly is.”
She smiles as she turns around. “This was not what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?”
She laughs to herself. “You remember Winnie the Pooh’s house?”
“You thought I lived in a hollowed-out tree?”
She shrugs with a grin on her lips. f**k, this girl constantly puts a smile on my face. Except, of course when I’m twisting in anguish over her.
“You said you were a talking bear so I just assumed…”
I laugh. “For the record, my bear can’t talk.”
“Can he juggle?”
“Nope.”
“Ride a tricycle?”
“I don’t think so. I’ve never tried, but if you insist he just might.”
“I insist.”
I love how she makes me laugh so easily. “Still, it might be a tough sell. He’s a little big for tricycles.”
Her eyes widen a little as they drop down to my chest. “How big?”
“Giant grizzly bear big.”
“Wow,” she whispers under her breath as she stares at my chest that’s hiding my pounding heart.
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