If I looked at him after his admission and after feeling his obvious attraction to me, I was probably going to do something stupid.
Stupider than trying to run away from my fiancé and my skulk.
So I just slipped out the window, tossed my bra and shorts back into Bo’s house, shifted, and ran.
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I couldn’t convincemyself to close the window.
Madi would be back. There wasn’t another option. Most foxes would be fine in the snow, but she didn’t shift as much as most of them did. I’d only seen her shift twice when we were kids. I didn’t think she liked her animal form.
Some part of me wanted to go after her, though.
Probably the part that was still throbbing with the memory of watching that tight little ass flex as she tried to get the window open.
If she wasn’t back by the time it got dark, I’d track her down. She could move quickly, but she’d need to rest eventually. I’d find her when she did. If I had to, I’d follow at a distance.
But I was fairly confident she’d come back.
It was a long way to Yeti Canyon. And there were yetis there. There weren’t many of them, but they were assholes.
My jaw clenched as I remembered her stating, like it was a fact, that I’d never been attracted to her.
I had fought with my attraction to that woman my whole fucking life. Her scent lingered on my skin every time I left her house. Honey and chocolate—my only vices.
Even after five years away from her, I still woke up most nights with the taste of her so close to my tongue it was physically painful. I’d never had my mouth on her skin, but I dreamed about it over and over.
And over.
And over.
Nearly every night.
The woman’s existence was my own personal torture, even when we were apart.
I looked at the thin, soft fabric she’d left by the window for the dozenth time in the twenty minutes she’d been gone. I had to literally grab the edge of the countertop to force my body to remain in my chair.
I’d lost my fucking mind.
Not that I’d ever really found it. A twenty-year obsession with your brother’s little sister wasn’t exactly peak sanity.
I should’ve gotten help years ago. Hell,decadesago. The woman had been engaged as long as I knew her. Her fiancé was more than twice her age, and though that was normal in supernatural society, the situation still seemed fucked up to me.
Probably because I was obsessed with her. And because being two years older than her had always made me feel like a cradle robber for wanting her.
I had work to do, so I needed to get up and get to it.
But I was still pretty sure that if I did, I’d end up at the window.
Picking up her clothes.
So, I stayed in my chair.
Her food was still on the plate in front of me. I needed to put it in the microwave. She’d probably be back within an hour or two. I was a grizzly, and I still thought it was too cold out there.
The food likely wasn’t warm anymore…
