“Alex Stone is my fated mate,” I admit quietly. At Elsa’s sharp intake of breath, I add, “He doesn’t want me, though. Apparently, I’m not his type. But he also doesn’t seem to want anybody else paying attention to me, so he is hell-bent on making my life miserable. So, that’s what’s been going on.”
Elsa’s face is pale, and I wonder why she looks more worried than I feel.
“Are you—?”
I cut her off. “Yes, I’m sure.”
She gets to her feet and makes as if she’s about to leave, but then she stops and turns to look at me again. “He rejected you?”
“Yes.”
“Then, why did he kiss you?”
My very core feels like a block of ice, and self-deprecating laughter spills out of me. “Because Noah got me a box of tarts.”
Elsa goes still. “What?”
“He dropped off a little box of tarts for me, and Alex saw
