Collins escorted Ashlee back to the Warbite pack mansion, his understanding of Kyle’s mate shifting. Ashlee’s humor and humility had painted a new image of her in his mind, one of innocence and sweetness.
“Here we go.” He stopped at the front gates, aware that Kyle wasn’t around and not wanting to create any suspicions by visiting in his absence.
“You’re not coming in?” Ashlee asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.
“I may be one of Kyle’s close friends, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to tag along with his mate while he’s not around,” Collin replied, shrugging and sliding his hands into his pockets.
“Alright. If you say so. But I don’t think Kyle would mind,” Ashlee tried to convince him, but he shook his head, chuckling it off.
“Maybe some other time,” he said, raising his brows
