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…hey if she is the reason he’s starting to share personal stuff? I’m a fan. Go on girl…
…does she even realize what she has?...
…does he? Come on, girl. If Tabian is choosing her, she’s gotta be a ten…
A wave of insecurity consumed Tru suddenly, and she backed out of the comments in a rush. A ten? She was a six, at best, when she was dressed to the nines.
A text from Tabian vibrated her phone, and she startled hard.Looks like you have a fan club forming in the comments. How mad are you?
Why would I be mad?Send.
Are you freaking out?
A little.Send.
Uh oh. I can delete the video if you want. I can keep you out of the spotlight. I know this is a lot.
NO!Send.DO NOT DELETE THE VIDEO!Send.I don’t hate it. I like it. You talked about me kind of.Send.
Oh, there is no kind of. I’m pretty sure my followers are doing a deep dive into all my comments right now trying to figure out who you are.
You said mate. Twice.Send.
Yes.That’s all he said. Just a simple yes.
She twirled a strand of hair around her finger and thought about how all of this made her feel. Honestly? She was happy. Really happy.
She began typing, but her bedroom door flew open and Bay filled up the entire open doorway.
“Are you talking to him?” Bay asked, his eyes a fiery gold.
“Umm…who?” she asked in a small voice, knowing damn-well she was busted.
Bay turned his phone toward her, and it was open on Tabian’s video.
Shhhit.
“Is he talking about you?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
There was no escaping his direct line of questioning.
“Look, it’s complicated—”
“He’s talking about someone who is older than him, who has a kid, and he doesn’t even know if that kid plays sports which tells me something pretty freaking important, Tru.”
“What?”
“He doesn’t know I’m a werewolf, does he?”
Tru pursed her lips and tried to decide how best to answer. “That is your story to tell, Bay. If you ever meet him, you can introduce yourself however you want, but I protect that side of you.”
He jammed his phone screen closer. “He’s showing his wolf on camera, and you think that’s the person you should trust to help you protect that side of me. Seriously?”
“Bay, can you just let me be happy?”
“My dad made you happy, remember? He made a lot of women happy until he didn’t. You were his target. You were there to serve a purpose—”
“What purpose?”
