Walking out of the basement before Jake could ask any more questions about what I was doing, I headed upstairs to get dressed into something that was more me and less Erin the mechanic.
I didn’t want her to smell the blood.
The motor oil.
Or, even worse, see any of it on me.
She was lying in a hospital bed trying to recover.
The last thing she needed was for me to walk in smelling like dog piss.
Reaching my bedroom, I opened the closet doors and, for the first time since finding my fated mate years ago…
I was actually nervous about what the hell to wear to see my chosen mate.
I didn’t want her getting the wrong idea.
I simply wanted to be myself…
Without scaring her away.
I knew plenty about who Mirella was after seeing the inside of her home.
She, however…
Knew absolutely not
