Just then, Jim appeared at the bookstore entrance. He seemed his usual self, even cracking a joke with Ethan, but I sharply noticed a faint, nearly healed scratch on the back of his hand. While Luke was paying, Jim sauntered over to me, his green eyes teasing yet perceptively clear. He lowered his voice. "Hey, Sparks, stop worrying. See? The moment he broke free, he rushed over here to find you, didn"t even catch his breath. You"re really all he thinks about." I looked at Luke"s straight back at the checkout counter and softly murmured, "Mhm." Jim glanced at me sideways, a knowing smile curling his lips. "And you? What do you really think about our seemingly cold, actually ridiculously devoted Alpha? Don"t tell me you feel nothing." My cheeks warmed. Under Jim"s discerning gaze, I knew any
