“You sound like you have personal experience with this.”
“Not really,” Theresa shrugs. “I mean, I’ve never cheated and I’ve never been cheated on. I just...I’m kind of a dreamer,” she admits. “And I spend a lot of time talking to people and thinking about different situations. Wondering how people will react. That sort of thing.”
She looks over at me, and in the light of the fire, I’m surprised to see she’s not pitying me. That’s good, an
d to be honest, it’s kind of a relief. I think there’s nothing quite as bad as being pitied by another person.
Nobody wants that.
“Okay, your turn.”
“What’s the question?”
“What happened to their dad?”
“My kids’ dad?”
“Yeah.”
Theresa is fucking gorgeous. She’s got a lovely, curvy body and beautiful hair. She’s got a sweet smile and she seems both fierce and brave.
Whoever left her was a fucking idiot.
“They never had one.”
“What?”
“My kids are adopted,” she says.
“Really?”
For some reason, this completely shocks me. It really wasn’t what I expected her to say at all.
“Yeah, well, I mean, I wasn’t married. Not even close. I wanted kids and I’m financially at a place where I could do that.”
“That’s really interesting.”
“It explains why I didn’t know my kids are shifters,” she laughs quietly, but she shakes her head. “Oh, I can’t believe it. What am I going to do?” She looks at me sideways and holds up her hands.
“You’re going to take it one day at a time.”
“I don’t know any shifters,” she whispers. “How am I supposed to help them through this?”
“You’re going to take it one day at a time,” I repeat.
“And then?”
“I’ll help you,” I promise her, but I don’t know why I’m promising her. Maybe it’s because it’s late, and I’m tired, and she’s lovely. Maybe it’s because it was a wild afternoon full of crazy emotions.
Maybe it’s because my inner-bear really, really wants her to be our mate, and I’m fighting him so hard on that.
Maybe.
“You’d help me?”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t even know me.”