My grimace deepened, but I nodded again.
“Isn’t it a little too soon?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know werewolf culture or rules. But he was into me, before we knew we were mates. He even says he follows me on Goodreads and reads every book I do, but I couldn’t find proof of that.”
Lizzy grabbed her phone. Her fingers moved over the keys for a moment, and then after a pause, she turned it around to face me. “Elliot sent me his profile.”
I pulled it up. There was a picture of the forest as his profile image, and his username was BoxWaffles.
I snorted at it. “BoxWaffles?”
Lizzy grinned. “It’s his old video game tag from when they were kids. They all had waffle-based names; Elliot was WaffleBand.”
Another snort escaped me. “Guess that explains why I didn’t find him when I searched his name.”
Lizzy nodded, and I hit the button on her phone to scroll through the list of friends and people he followed.
Sure enough, my profile was on there. It was called Romance Sabby, like my blog and social media tags and whatnot. Honestly, I had a bunch of swag in one of my spare rooms too, from when I had shut my store down during my move. With Lizzy and Evan moving out, and me picking up extra shifts, and meeting a bunch of single werewolves thanks to Dax, I hadn’t had the heart to open it back up. It was more effort, and I just hadn’t felt like myself in ages.
Sooner or later though, I’d reopen my store.
Before that, I needed to sit down and go through all thousand of the messages and emails sitting on my phone unanswered because of the way my last few weeks had gone.
I also needed to call the restaurant—though if Zed had his way, I probably didn’t have a job there anymore.
“Guess he did follow me.” I handed her the phone back.
I wasn’t surprised that he had, honestly. Dax wasn’t a liar, and I had never expected that what he was saying wasn’t true.
“You’re not going to spill anything I tell you to Elliot, are you?” I suddenly asked, realizing she was mated to my man’s best friend.
She scowled at me. “Of course not. Dax and Elliot are best friends; he knows that I can’t tell him everything you tell me, just like he can’t tell me everything Dax tells him.”
“Just checking.” I fiddled with my fingers. “What should I do about him?”
“What are your biggest concerns?”
I ticked them off my fingers.
“I don’t know him. His feelings for me are stronger than mine for him. The sex and hormones are so strong that we just end up fucking instead of talking. The shifting…” I shuddered. “And the pack.”
“The pack?” she frowned, tilting her head a bit.
“Dax thinks I should be best friends with everyone, but I don’t know them. I was an outsider before I was his mate; I don’t want to be friends with them only because I am now.”
“The pack loves you,” Lizzy protested.
I rolled my eyes. “They love you, and I’m connected to you. Just like our high school friends. If you walked away, their positive feelings toward me would likewise vanish.”
Lizzy scowled. “That’s not true.”
“I didn’t come here to talk about the pack. I have to figure out what I’m going to do about Dax,” I reminded her.
“Fine.” She didn’t look thrilled, but she seemed to know better than to push me on that one. “You don’t know Dax and can’t communicate with him well because of the hormones, so take the hormones off the table.”
I blinked at her.
She blinked back.