JENNY
I don't know how long I stood, motionless, staring at him.
Mark.
My friend. The man who had welcomed me into his home, who had stood by me, the first man who had really made me feel like a person, and not just a victim - the man for whom I was starting, I knew, to have feelings, the man who had taken care of me and my son as if we were his family ...
Because to him we were.
Because he was my mate, and he knew it.
I could see it in his eyes, and most of all I could feel it in our newly formed bond: he knew who I was to him, and he had known it for quite a while, too.
Maybe from the first moment we'd met in New York.
He had known.
He had been by my side, he had comforted me, he had held my pup ... he knew, and he had said nothing to me.
All the surprise and happiness
