I’msure.
Drew lay back and stared at the ceiling.Ours?Could Sharon betheirmate?
He carefully rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. The gentle rise and fall of her back continued. He didn’t want to wake her.Notyet.
Although he didn’t know her very well, he liked talking to her. The time they’d spent in Yellowstone the previous day warmed his heart, and not just because he’d been able to take her home and have mind-blowing sex with her. That was the cherry on top of an already amazing day. But was that enough to make herhismate?
He sighed. He’d have to get to know more about her before he could make a decision as important as claiming her as his mate. Maybe he just needed more time. If he could convince her to stay for another week, then he’d be able to determine whether or not fate had brought her to hisdoorstep.
A sheet was draped across her body as if she’d struggled with it in the middle of the night. It only covered her upper body, not her full, voluptuous butt. Her long, sexy legs were crossed at the ankle. Sure, she was incredibly sexy, but was shehismate?
She sighed and rolled slightly away. The sheet slipped from her back to reveal a long, jagged scar which ran from shoulder to hip. His heart stopped. Jesus, what had happened to her? He reached to trace a finger across the raised flesh. The scar wasn’t fresh, but it wasn’t too old either. If he had to guess, it was about ayearold.
“Cold,” shewhispered.
He slipped out of bed. A blanket hung over the edge. He grabbed it and covered her before heading toward the closet. They always kept extra sets of bedding in there in case the guests got cold. He opened the door and rummaged around in the semi-darkness. At some point, he wanted to install lights in all of the closets to make it easier for theguests.
His fingers closed over a soft, fuzzy blanket.Perfect.
As he pulled it out, it caught on something. He yanked hard enough to free it, but in the process, her suitcase tumbled off the shelf and fell open on the floor. He bent to put the contents back in, thenfroze.
A pile of driver’s licenses and passports littered the floor. He dropped to his knees and spread the plastic cards out. Different states. Different names. Same picture—Sharon’spicture.
Only none of the IDs had the name “Sharon” on it. Instead, he found a plethora of other identities. He grabbed a stack and filtered through them. The state driver’s licenses ranged from Arkansas to Washington. The pile contained almost every state intheUS.
He let the cards fall from his fingers. Who the hell was inthatbed?
He stood and stalkedcloser.
* * *
“Get up!”A gruff voice snapped herawake.
Cindy whirled to find Drew walking toward the bed. He held something in his hand. At first, she couldn’t make it out. Then icy dread poured down her spine. He held a bundle of her driver’slicenses.
“I can explain,” shewhispered.
“What are you? A criminal?” heshouted.
“No.”
“Aspy?”
“No,” shechoked.
“Who are you?” hedemanded.
“I never should have stayed.” She hungherhead.
“Are you on the run fromsomething?”
“Yes.”
“What?” When she didn’t immediately respond, he ripped the blanket off the bed. “I sawthescar.”
She curled up into a ball and folded her arms over her chest. How could she have been so careless? She should have slipped a shirt on after they’dmadelove.
Drew stomped across to the suitcase. He scooped it up and tossed it onthebed.
