keychain into her mouth to switch hands to open the car.
That was when she saw feet enter her line of sight. She let out a yelp, dropping the keys and throwing her arms up like she was going to attack the mugger that was clearly there for nefarious purposes.
“Becca?”
Muggers didn’t normally know your name, so Becca let her eyes move from the flat stomach covered in a gray t-shirt, to the hard pecs, up the neckline to a jawline that was still in need of a shave. To a pair of brown eyes that had a lighter yellow ring around them. Eyes that she never got to see in the dark the night before. Eyes she clearly missed out on, because they were breathtakingly amazing. Eyes that were now staring at her hard in an unflinching gaze.
The eyes of Angel Rochon.
* * *
S he smelled right ; he knew it was her. The woman his bear was so insistent he find. Now he knew why. The smell and the desire to latch onto that neck in the dark made sense. His keen eyes could see the marks he’d left on her. His bear was fucking thrilled at the sight. His bear knew what he didn’t.
Becca was his mate.
He stared into blue eyes that looked like a summer day on the ocean. They looked back at him with shock and trepidation. Those beautiful eyes were framed by lashes that were darker than her hair. Her skin was smooth with a rosy glow coming off her cheeks. He took a second to glance down at her plump mouth that was slightly open in surprise. She was stunning.
Angel felt like his feet had sunk into the asphalt. He was grounded to the earth like he’d never been before. The pull to her was physical; he was sure if he reached out and touched her their heartbeats would start beating in rhythm together.
This couldn’t be happening. He was only twenty-one. Shifters didn’t find their mates this young. Sure, he knew that Connie and Edward Rochon had found themselves mates back when they used to do the runs.
But they only did those runs every ten years or so now. Sadly, they were more about a family reunion then looking for one’s mate. It was more of a chance to get a little action shifter to shifter than anything else.
Nobody ever found their mate that way anymore. Rain, Fin, and he had attended the one that had fallen after they had all turned eighteen. They’d gotten lucky but didn’t end up mated.
Somehow, in their tiny little town, he’d never run into Becca. His mate had been just miles away the entire time.
He had no idea what to say to her. His bear was telling him to grab her, kiss her, and carry her off into the woods. Not practical, sure, but right now it sounded like a solid plan.
“You!”
He could see that she was shocked to see him. But her shock was from being surprised at his nearness not the bigger truth that he was her mate and what that meant for her. She wouldn’t believe that, and she wouldn’t understand it. Not yet.
“Me?” she responded to him.
“You,” he repeated, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He felt like his bear was just under the surface of his skin, scratching and clawing to get out.
His bear wanted what was theirs. “Mine.” Over and over he kept repeating mine in Angel’s head. He agreed, but his bear’s plans of running off with his mate would probably get him arrested by his cousin Tanner, the town sheriff.
Figuring he was staring, probably with an aggressive look, he cleared his throat again before he said, “Hi.”
“Hi. You scared me. Were you waiting for me?” Becca didn’t know how to process seeing him in the daylight. Her memory of him was good, a bit fuzzy, but still good. It didn’t compare to the man standing in front of her. He was attractive, panty dropping, breast tingling, attractive. Suddenly, Becca was worried he was seeing her in the light of day and wondering what the hell he had been thinking.
“Yes. I was waiting for you. I needed to see you. You snuck out on me this morning. Didn’t even say goodbye.” His tone was accusatory, but he couldn’t
That was when she saw feet enter her line of sight. She let out a yelp, dropping the keys and throwing her arms up like she was going to attack the mugger that was clearly there for nefarious purposes.
“Becca?”
Muggers didn’t normally know your name, so Becca let her eyes move from the flat stomach covered in a gray t-shirt, to the hard pecs, up the neckline to a jawline that was still in need of a shave. To a pair of brown eyes that had a lighter yellow ring around them. Eyes that she never got to see in the dark the night before. Eyes she clearly missed out on, because they were breathtakingly amazing. Eyes that were now staring at her hard in an unflinching gaze.
The eyes of Angel Rochon.
* * *
S he smelled right ; he knew it was her. The woman his bear was so insistent he find. Now he knew why. The smell and the desire to latch onto that neck in the dark made sense. His keen eyes could see the marks he’d left on her. His bear was fucking thrilled at the sight. His bear knew what he didn’t.
Becca was his mate.
He stared into blue eyes that looked like a summer day on the ocean. They looked back at him with shock and trepidation. Those beautiful eyes were framed by lashes that were darker than her hair. Her skin was smooth with a rosy glow coming off her cheeks. He took a second to glance down at her plump mouth that was slightly open in surprise. She was stunning.
Angel felt like his feet had sunk into the asphalt. He was grounded to the earth like he’d never been before. The pull to her was physical; he was sure if he reached out and touched her their heartbeats would start beating in rhythm together.
This couldn’t be happening. He was only twenty-one. Shifters didn’t find their mates this young. Sure, he knew that Connie and Edward Rochon had found themselves mates back when they used to do the runs.
But they only did those runs every ten years or so now. Sadly, they were more about a family reunion then looking for one’s mate. It was more of a chance to get a little action shifter to shifter than anything else.
Nobody ever found their mate that way anymore. Rain, Fin, and he had attended the one that had fallen after they had all turned eighteen. They’d gotten lucky but didn’t end up mated.
Somehow, in their tiny little town, he’d never run into Becca. His mate had been just miles away the entire time.
He had no idea what to say to her. His bear was telling him to grab her, kiss her, and carry her off into the woods. Not practical, sure, but right now it sounded like a solid plan.
“You!”
He could see that she was shocked to see him. But her shock was from being surprised at his nearness not the bigger truth that he was her mate and what that meant for her. She wouldn’t believe that, and she wouldn’t understand it. Not yet.
“Me?” she responded to him.
“You,” he repeated, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He felt like his bear was just under the surface of his skin, scratching and clawing to get out.
His bear wanted what was theirs. “Mine.” Over and over he kept repeating mine in Angel’s head. He agreed, but his bear’s plans of running off with his mate would probably get him arrested by his cousin Tanner, the town sheriff.
Figuring he was staring, probably with an aggressive look, he cleared his throat again before he said, “Hi.”
“Hi. You scared me. Were you waiting for me?” Becca didn’t know how to process seeing him in the daylight. Her memory of him was good, a bit fuzzy, but still good. It didn’t compare to the man standing in front of her. He was attractive, panty dropping, breast tingling, attractive. Suddenly, Becca was worried he was seeing her in the light of day and wondering what the hell he had been thinking.
“Yes. I was waiting for you. I needed to see you. You snuck out on me this morning. Didn’t even say goodbye.” His tone was accusatory, but he couldn’t
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