Chapter 20
Nate didn’t text when he got back.
He knocked.
Emilia had just gotten out of the shower. Old T-shirt. Shorts. Hair dripping onto her shoulders. She opened the door ready to tell Ashley to go away and instead found Nate standing there, rain still on him, bag dumped by his foot like he’d dropped it the second he saw her.
“You’re early,” she said.
“I left before they were done talking.”
“That’s not very future Alpha of you.”
“Yeah. Well.” He shrugged once. “I don’t care.”
She could have left him in the hall. They still had that talk hanging over them. The library. The notification. The word dare that he kept almost catching. She moved back anyway. He came in and kicked the door shut behind him.
Neither of them said anything at first. It was awkward and not. He looked tired
