Ronnie Once we get away from the fitness center and back to the packhouse, the thrill of showing off my mate wears off and I’m left mostly just feeling dirty and distracted. Jason must be able to tell because once we make it to the floor where the pack leadership keeps their offices, he leans over to kiss my cheek, but pulls back almost immediately and gives me a knowing, sympathetic look. I must have flinched, though I didn’t mean to. Sighing, he tells me somewhat reluctantly, “You should probably head upstairs and get cleaned up. I’ll go check in with Aly, so don’t worry about that.” “After that, you’re going home?” “Yeah, it’s been an intense day. I don’t feel like being around people anymore,” he explains. My heart falls a little because I was kind of hoping he might want to co

