CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
They still had a little time until Hunter was supposed to get back, and Vi was in no rush to put her clothes on. Rowe held her tight in his arms, and she traced a line up and down the muscles of his chest. Damn, the man had nice muscles.
"Don't tell me you only like me for my abs," he teased, covering one of her hands with his own and pulling it up so he could kiss her fingers.
She splayed her free hand over them. "It is a plus, if I'm being honest." She smiled up at him. Her life was in upheaval. The one person she thought she could trust most in the world was probably evil. And yet she was here cuddled up next to a shifter who fate said was her mate, and she was smiling.
At least not everything to come out of this week was trash.
"What happens if Rosalie really
