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I’m sorry.Bridger’s eyes had held such sincerity in them. Such disappointment. In himself? In her? In kissing someone who wasn’t at all his type?
Kit wrung her hands and she forced her legs to steer her toward the bar.
I’m sorry.
She would probably never be kissed by another man like that. Now she would live with even more regret for the cat-fishing that had happened to her. She would question why he’d apologized. She would take his earlier insults to heart because, truth be told, she wanted him. Oh, she wanted him.
And she was going to have to live with that now.
She was sorry, too.
Chapter Five
Telling Anna she was already quitting was harder than Kit had thought it would be.
Tonight had been a beautiful distraction from her life.
She’d felt right at home in The Mark. It was so different than any bar she’d worked in before, and the people were so easy to talk to. It felt as if she’d known them longer, and it was just a night full of moments. Smiles exchanged like currency, the thank-yous that came so easily from happy customers, the good vibes in that place…
Some places she’d worked had been full of rude people and bad mojo. Her wolf was sensitive to environments like that, but The Mark? The Mark was a good place to be.
The elevator in her hotel dinged as she reached the tenth floor. Kit turned to the right, looking for room ten-ten, but someone was leaning against the door there.
“Bridger?” she asked softly.
He sat there with his knees bent, his forearms resting against them, staring at the wall in front of him. “I fucked up,” he murmured without looking at her.
Kit checked behind her to make sure no one else was coming down the other side of the hallway. Slowly, she came to stand across from him and leaned her shoulder blades against the wall. He lifted dark brown eyes to hers. His wolf wasn’t ramped up anymore. There was such a raw, vulnerable look in his eyes that tugged at her heart.
“We just have to sign some paperwork. The matchmaker says we can’t do it online, so we have to print it out and then send it back with actual signatures, and we have to do it in front of a notary, so they can witness it.”
Her heart fell, and she dropped her gaze to his boots.
“Why do you do that?” he asked.
“Do what?” she asked without meeting his eyes.
“You wither when I mention ending our pairing. Why?”
She shrugged.
“I want to know,” he pressed her.
“Why?”
“Because when you do that, it makes me feel…feel…”
“Feel what?” she asked.
It was his turn to shrug now. “It just makes me feel.”
“I don’t know why I wither,” she whispered trying to search for an answer to his question. “I guess I feel like a failure.” She pursed her lips and shifted her weight, held her purse against her stomach like a shield. “I had a prospect in the McIver Pack. His name is Seth. He’s Second.”
“He wants you?” Bridger asked.
She nodded.
“But you don’t want him?”
