Chapter 16.
BRAD STORMED OFF TO the Hall, muttering to himself like a loon. He was getting out of here, and no one was going to stop him. Least of all his supposed mate who wouldn’t even consider coming with him. Who did that?
He grabbed the few clothes that he had and stuffed them in his car.
“Hey. Where are you going?”
He didn’t turn around to the now familiar voice.
“Home Reagan. I’m going home.”
The words didn’t ring true, and he grimaced at the truth screaming at him.
He didn’t have a home. And that was who he was. He had to stop calling the road his home, he had none.
Reagan grabbed him and surprisingly spun him around to face him.
Nice muscle human.
“You can’t leave! What about the all-male pairings ruling Greensborough, and all that jazz? Not to mention the whole, we just
