Cooper’s POV
I really can’t stand the mind link thing.
Specifically, I can’t stand knowing that Dean Morgan is in my girl’s head while I stand here next to her like a useless lump, waiting for her to get him up to speed.
I knew, on some level, that Marie had been into Dean at some point. I don’t quite remember how I knew—probably an offhand grumble from Quinn somewhere along the way.
I want to know details. I want to know if she was into Dean before or after her wolf picked me. I want to know how close they got.
There’s no way Dean wasn’t at least tempted.
“Okay,” Marie says, rescuing me from my downwardly spiraling train of thought. “Quinn isn’t thrilled, but Dean agreed—we need to go to Miami.”
I blink, sure I must have misheard her. “We, as in you and me? Just you and me?”
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