Page 46 of Hart's Redemption

“Seriously? Everyone knows?”

Tommy shrugged, but his smug grin remained. “He totally classic-guyed you.”

I rolled my eyes and let out an aggrieved huff. “So you’re telling me that regular lycans don’t get extra frisky around the full moon?”

“What? No, I’m not saying that at all,” he scoffed. “Total thing. Happens literally all the time, but you take your chances. Not that I can blame you for falling for it. I think it might be a little worse for us.”

“Isn’t that the truth.” I pinched the bridge of my nose and wondered how the hell I would ever survive gossipy werewolves. My entire life had been a long string of very secret, very private interludes, and now my actions were apparently up for public consumption.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I know better than anyone how much the sex helps. Stars know if I had someone to help me burn off the extra moonlight out here, I’d still be in the woods.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at Tommy’s brutal honesty. “Is that so? And do you have someone waiting to help with that when you get back?”

“Maybe.” A downright wolfish grin accompanied his coy response.

“Tommy, that’s great.” Admittedly, I was a little surprised that he’d found someone so soon, given how torn up he’d been about Tina’s murder, but that didn’t make me any less happy for him. “When did you meet her?”

At my question, he nearly choked on his tongue and mumbled a response that I couldn’t decipher even withwerehearing.

“What was that?”

“Him. I methima few months ago.” His gaze focused on the ground with enough intensity he could have bored a hole through solid rock.

I blinked, a little ashamed of my assumption. “Oh. I wasn’t aware you were… versatile.”

Tommy’s face pinked in the moonlight still streaming down from the heavens. “Yeah, well, that makes pretty much all of us.”

“I’m not judging you, Tommy.” I placed what I hoped was a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “So…”

He chanced a look at me. “So what?”

“So, how did you meet?”

“Funny story, actually. I started seeing a therapist, well, a chakra therapist to be exact. To help with being moonstruck, you know?”

I nodded. It was a total toss-up though whose idea it could have been, Dr. Lyons’ or Kale’s. Elijah had mentioned Kale was forcing all kinds of weird remedies down Tommy’s throat, though therapy seemed the least abstract.

“Anyway, Jason has really helped. He’s part of the reason I went to see you and why I don’t have to take the sedatives anymore.”

That caught my attention. “Wait, Jason, as in Jason Mack? Joel’s cousin?”

“Yeah… I wasn’t expecting to become friends, and I certainly wasn’t expecting to be attracted to him. But he’s nice. Sweet. Anddamn,he’s cute.”

I couldn’t have held back my laughter if I’d tried. Memories of my very brief meeting with the genuine and admittedly attractive young man drifted to the surface. “I know.”

“And those hands are like moonforsaken magic.” Tommy’s eyes widened as he stared down at his own hands.

I laughed harder recalling the skill those fingers possessed. Not to mention how upset I’d been when I realized theydidn’tbelong to Elijah. “Iknow.”

Tommy snapped his gaze to mine. “Maybe don’t tell Red that he touched you, though? I’d like my boyfriend to keep his magical hands.”

I smiled at Tommy and squeezed his shoulder as his brother Kale walked around the truck Elijah had driven us here in. “I haven’t yet, and honestly, I don’t see a need to bring it up.”

Tommy relaxed beneath my hand and offered me an amiable smile in return.

“So, is your boyfriend eagerly awaiting your return?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Tommy’s resulting grin was nothing short of feral.