I smacked her on the abdomen half-heartedly, and she gave me a small grin.
“Assuming I survive, I guess… I don’t know, I guess Dax and I could just live separately. Our wolves would want to interact, but it’s not like our houses are all that far apart. We could let them meet up every other night or something.”
June lifted an eyebrow. “You think he’ll be alright with that?”
I shrugged. “Still don’t know him very well.”
“Then maybe your plan should be to get to know him,” Lizzy countered.
I flipped her the bird, and she flipped it back.
We both grinned at each other, our fight forgotten.
“You could just try to be friends at first,” Lizzy suggested. “And if it develops into something else, then let it.”
I made a face. “The chemistry between us is too wild. He offered to go down on me in the hospital, and I was too into it to say no.”
June’s and Lizzy’s jaws dropped.
“It didn’t happen,” I said quickly. “He changed his mind. But see, that’s another strike against him. Who wants a guy who changes his mind about going down on them? Granted, I did have a catheter in, so it would’ve been nasty for him. But still.”
June recovered from the new information faster than Lizzy. “The chemistry between me and Zed was too crazy to be just friends, too. We just said we were dating, and left the mate thing out of it.”
“Thing is, I don’t want to leave the mate thing out, you know? I want a soulmate. I want fate to slap me in the face with some guy’s wiener and say, ‘THIS IS THE MAN FOR YOU’. You know?” I looked at them both, hoping desperately that they’d know what I was trying to say.
“I think it already did,” Lizzy said.
Sighing, I crashed backward into the couch cushions. “Neither of you get it. You didn’t want mates when you met them—it’s different for me. This was important to me. I would’ve even been fine with meeting a human soulmate—I just want someone to obsess about romance books with. And to fuck when I’m horny, of course. And laugh at stupid jokes with, and see the world with. And… well, yeah. Everything. I just want a partner.”
“What makes you think Dax can’t be that person?” Lizzy checked.
“My gut. Common sense. The fact that his wolf didn’t want me for the first few months we knew each other.” I sighed. “Let’s talk about something else, okay? This is making me sad. Tell me about the dance studio you’re thinking about applying to teach at.”
Lizzy didn’t look thrilled about it, but neither she nor June protested the subject change.