Page 7 of Choosing the Rejected Mate

I point harder toward the kitchen.“Go.”

He goes, smiling like a man who knows exactly how badly I want to throw something at his head.The second he disappears into the back, Maisie rushes up beside me.

“Holy shit,” she whispers.

I stare at the kitchen doorway.The bond glows inside my chest, warm and terrifying.My wolf watches him through my eyes, tail wagging like an idiot.I grab a towel and wipe flour from my face with more aggression than necessary.

“Not one word,” I warn.

Maisie’s grin is huge.“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re screaming internally.”

“So are you.”Unfortunately, she’s right.

From the back kitchen, metal clanks.Daniel mutters something under his breath.The mixer gives a protesting squeal, followed by his low laugh.

My wolf sighs again, and I close my eyes.The Moon Goddess has a sick sense of humor.Because fate did not just send me another mate, it sent me the handyman.And Goddess help me, I think I might let him fix the damn mixer.But that is it.

Probably.

Maybe.

Oh, I’m in so much trouble.

Chapter Two

The Handyman’s Problem

Daniel

I have fixed a lot of things in my life.

Broken doors.Leaking pipes.Collapsed porches.Wiring that should have started a fire six years before I arrived with a screwdriver and a healthy fear of death.I once repaired a chicken coop while being actively attacked by three hens and a rooster named Sir Flaps-a-Lot.

I’m not easily intimidated.