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to his impassioned speech, pulled in a deep breath, and waved
a hand between the two of them as she spoke. “I need some time to digest all
this.”
    He nodded, sadness and resignation
etched on his handsome features.
    “I understand. I was supposed to
work at Chaps tonight, but I got Jett to take my shift. That’s the bar we own
in Sturgis. The weeks leading up to Bike Week can get pretty crazy. We all try
to be on hand, but I was going to stay here and help you adjust.”
    She swallowed the lump in her
throat. He was giving her space. “I think you should work, and I’ll go home—back
to the clinic and get some rest,” she corrected. “Catch up on some…laundry and
stuff.”
    “Yeah, okay. I’ll follow you home.
Make sure you get there safe.”
    “You don’t have to do that.”
    “Don’t argue, baby. I’ll just
follow you even if you protest.” He leaned down and rested his forehead on
hers. “Damn, I’m sorry I fucked up.”
    God, she wanted to wrap her arms
around him and tell him everything was okay, that she’d stay, but she needed
time to deal with everything. “You didn’t fuck up. I just need time to process.
When the bar closes, why don’t you call me? If I’m still up, maybe you can stop
by.”
    His eyes, which had been closed
until that moment, popped open. The electric blue that had scared her a few
hours earlier made her heart beat faster for a whole other reason now. She
wondered if her eyes would change color too. Then she thought of Jett and his
black eyes and realized that would be an absurd thing, or would it? More unanswered questions.

 
 
 
    Chapter Five

 
 
    Zayn looked at the clock behind
the bar again, wishing all the people in the place would just go for fuck’s
sake.
    “You know if you keep looking at
everyone like that, you’re either going to scare the shit out of them, incite a
riot, or entice the ladies to drop their panties. I’m all for options one and
three, not so much for number two. Why don’t you take your scowling self on
home? You’re not doing us any good the way you are.” Jett slid a beer across to
another customer.
    He knew his best friend was right,
but Zayn didn’t want to look like a whipped pup. He mixed another Jack and
coke, popped the cap off two more beers before handing them off to one of their
waitresses. All the waitresses wore leather chaps and leather vests as part of
their uniforms. What they wore underneath was their choice. Most of the ladies
chose to wear a pair of boy short briefs, but some of the more adventurous went
for a thong. In the past Zayn had loved to watch them as they walked away. Now,
he only wanted to watch one woman, and she wasn’t here.
    Diane, one of their veteran
waitresses, sidled up to the bar with a sweet smile on her face until she
locked eyes with Zayn. He tried to temper his emotions, obviously failing when
she side-stepped to place her order with Jett instead of him.
    “Maybe you’re right,” he conceded,
filling two mugs with draft beer for Jett. It was getting harder not to growl
at some of the customers. A niggling fear for his mate had the hair at the back
of his neck standing on end. With their mating being so new, he wasn’t sure if
he could connect with her so far away, but he had to try.
    “I’m going to go out back and see
if I can’t reach her. Can you handle this?” He indicated the bar. Jett nodded,
making Zayn exhale before he called Teal over to help out.
    Once outside, he breathed a little
easier. Even knowing it might be impossible, he opened his senses and searched
for the mating bond to Cora. The trail was faint but there nonetheless.
    Cora, are you okay?
    There’s something not right, Zayn.
    What do you mean, baby?
    I hear howling, but it’s scary. Not like…I don’t know how to explain
it, but not like you or family.
    Is there a safe place in your clinic you can hide till I can get there? Even as he spoke he was climbing on his Harley. He feared it was the