DELILAH
Junior disappeared through the backdoor of the packhouse, and I exhaled sharply. Of all the ways I thought things would turn out, I never thought Mel would be Junior’s mate.
Deep down, I had meant it when I told him he needed to go after her. He did because they needed to talk. But now I stood on the patio alone with a party still thrumming along fifty yards behind me.
I had weeks to face and accept that Junior and I weren’t mates. Weeks that I had instead let myself hope for a miracle. Even worse, I had let something happen between us that now felt like a betrayal to Mel. Somehow, I should have known. I should have caught on or figured it out. Surely, she had given me a hint.
Guilt, devastation, frustration. I didn’t know where one feeling ended and another began.
“Delila
