Page 37 of Their Scarred Mate
They left the house a bit later than usual, and Freya felt unusually shy when she complimented Tanya, asking herself if she could see in her face what she’d been doing.But Tanya was impatient and other than a “it’s about bloody time!”that served as a good morning to everyone, she didn’t say anything.
“Sheesh, cousin.Is it that time of the month again?”
“Put a cork in it, Ciaran.Only you blame my period for being mad at you for being late.”
“I’m never late!”he echoed the sound voice of Ian McKellen inThe Lord of the Rings.“I’ve arrived precisely when I’m meant to.”
Tanya gave him the finger and Declan burst out laughing.
But once they arrived at the gym, they went into full teacher mode.
It was time for the twins to sweat out all that pent-up sexual energy.They went to the ring and beat the crap out of each other, even allowing their wolves to make an appearance.
If they had zero energy, they couldn’t turn and assume control.
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Freya, on the otherhand, felt lighter than she had in years.Her body was humming, and she was on cloud nine, ready to dive.For the first time ever, she didn’t just want to dip her toe in, she wanted everything.
Tanya wanted to start a self-defense class for the kids that went to the local high school.Tara had left leaflets everywhere and was ecstatic when youngsters started to show.
Business was booming, and Freya was confident that, once school started, it would be even better.She found herself humming a piece of music that she’d learned when she was a child, and was startled when a discreet voice asked, “Freya?Freya Jensen?”
Startled, she looked up.A young man was looking at her, like he’d seen a ghost.He had mousy brown hair and with those glasses, he seemed like a bookworm or a nerdy professor.She smiled, uncertainly.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“No, you can’t be her.She’s dead.Sorry, my bad.”But he kept staring at her, and she started to feel uncomfortable.
“Actually...”she cleared her throat.He wanted honesty?He’d get it.He obviously knew her, she just couldn’t say the same.“I am Freya Jensen.But I’m sorry, I don’t...”
“Jesus...”The man seemed dazed.“I worked with your father; I was just a trainee when he died.I’m sorry if I seem...I was told you had died...You probably don’t remember me...”
And when he gave that self-depreciative smile, she suddenly remembered him.He’d bring her father work when he was working from home, had been to several parties at the office and tried to invite her to go out at the last Christmas party she’d gone to.That was shortly before her abduction.She hadn’t thought about him since.
“Oh, you’re...”his name eluded her and she smiled, embarrassed.
“I’m Jonathan.Jonathan Meyers.But you always called me Jon.”
“I did?”
He had the grace of seeming contrite.
“Actually...no.But I wanted you to.”
She gave him a small smile.
“In that case, it’s a pleasure to make your reacquaintance,” she joked, and he frowned.
“But ...where have you been?People back home think you’re dead.”
And in a way, she was.But not like they thought.
“What happened to you?Where have you been?”
“Is there a problem here?”A voice intervened abruptly.Freya sighed with relief.The last thing she wanted was to go down memory lane with someone from her past life.
Ciaran emerged from the backroom, his face scrunched up.His eyes seemed to harden as he stared at the stranger.
