“Of course I do,” I snapped, scenting the bitter lie in the air.
Fallon smelled it too. “We’re screwed.”
I sat on the edge of the couch and dragged my hand over my face. “I don’t know what it is. This is the last place I’d expect to meet a woman I desired.”
“It’s getting close to mating season. Is your beast feeling the effects of the rut?”
Despite the disgust I felt talking about these things with my sister, she was the only family I had to speak with about… anything.
“The rut doesn’t affect me like it does most males,” I explained.
“That’s only because you have more self-control,” she said. “But maybe it’s time and your beast wants to settle down.”
I do. “He doesn’t know what he wants.”
“What do you want to do?” she asked.
The million-dollar question hung in the air, begging for
