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"Hey, Teach. "
"Zach!" She walked over to hug him. "What're you doing here?"
His expression was solemn. "I need to talk to you. "
Her stomach knotted. "Oh. " She stepped back, trying to appear calm.
"Mercy was right," he said.
Annie knew who Mercy was, having met the sentinel at the picnic. "About what?"
"You're waiting for me to leave you. "
The world fell out from under her feet. She trembled, unable to move, as he closed the door and walked to her. "I will never leave you, Annie. "
Cupping her cheeks in his hands, he bent so his forehead pressed against hers. "Not unless you ask me to. "
He frowned. "Actually, I won't leave you then, either.
Just so you know. "
"Wh-what?"
"You're my mate," he said simply. "You're in my blood, in my heart, in my soul. To walk away from you would cut me to pieces. "
The room spun around her. "I need to sit down. "
He let her go, let her lean against her desk.
"Mate?" she whispered.
"Yes. " His face grew bleak. "It's a lifetime commitment. Mercy was right about one thing, but I'm right about this—you're not too keen on that, are you?"
She didn't answer his question, her mind spinning.
"Are you sure that I'm . . . ?"
"Baby, I was sure the first day we met. You fit me. "
It brought tears to her ears, because he fit her, too.
Perfectly. "Zach, I . . . " She blinked, trying to think past the rushing thunder of emotion. "I never thought I'd marry," she admitted. "But it's not the commitment I have a problem with. It's what comes after. " A confession made in a voice that threatened to break.
"It's this cold terror that the promise, the love, will one day turn into a trap. "
"I know. "
"She still waits," Annie found herself saying. "For a Valentine, or a birthday present, or just a loving word.
She still waits. "
"Oh, sweetheart. " He tried to come closer, but she held up her hand, fighting to think, to understand.
"I could survive you leaving me," she said, "but I couldn't survive you stopping to 'see' me. " And the mating bond would leave her with no way out. It truly was forever.
"That's something you never have to fear," Zach said, the declaration resolute. "It's not possible for mates to ignore each other. "
"But . . . "
"No buts," he said, slashing out a hand. "I will never stop seeing you, never stop loving you. Mates can't shut each other out. "
Part of her wanted to grab that promise and never let go. But another part of her, the part that had been trapped first by injury, then a mother's fear, was hesitant. Was she ready to take this chance on the faith of a man's promise? Was she ready to give up the freedom she'd fought a lifetime to attain? "I'm so afraid, Zach. "
"Ah, Annie. Don't you know? My cat is devoted to you. If you asked me to crawl, I'd crawl. "
It shattered her, the way he'd just ripped open his heart and laid it at her feet. Trembling, she placed two fingers against his lips. "I would never ask that. "
"Neither would I. " His lips moved against her touch. "Trust me. "
There it was, the crux of it. She adored him, loved him beyond reason, but trust . . . trust was a harder thing. Then she looked into that proud face, into the wild heart of the leopard within, and knew there could be only one answer. She refused to let fear cheat her out of the promise of glory.
"I do," she said, cutting the last safety rope that had held her suspended above the fathomless depths of the abyss. "I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone. " Something tightened in her chest at that second and then snapped, leaving her breathless. She clung instinctively to Zach, and he held her tight, burying his face in the curve of her neck. When she could breathe again, she tangled her fingers gently in his hair. "Zach?"
He shuddered. "God, I was so scared you were going to say no. "
She felt it then—his terror, his love, his devotion. It was as if she had a direct line to his soul. The beauty of it staggered. "Oh my God. " There was no way this bond would ever let either of them ignore each other.
"Zach, I adore you. " She could finally admit that, needed to admit it, needed to tell him that he wasn't alone.
"I know. " He squeezed her even as a wave of love flavored with the primal fury of the cat came down the bond between them. "I can feel you inside me. "
So could she, she thought in mute wonder, so could she.
A week later, Annie sat down in Zach's lap, blocking his view the football game. He reached up to kiss her.
"Want to play, Teach?"
She always wanted to play with him. But they had things to discuss. "No, this is business. "
He turned off the game. "So?"
"So we have to have a wedding. "
"We're mated. " A growl poured out of his mouth.
"Why the hell do we need to have a wedding? Those things drive everyone crazy—last year, I saw a grown man cry during the buildup. "
Once, she would've wondered how on earth changeling women dared stand up to their mates when the men got all growly. Now she knew—just like her, those women knew that heaven might fall and the earth might crumble, but their mates would never hurt them. "Didn't you say we were going to have a mating ceremony?"
"It's not really a ceremony. " He scowled. "More a celebration of our being together. "
She couldn't help it. She reached out to stroke her fingers through his hair. "It's getting stronger," she said.
"It'll keep doing that. " His scowl turned into a smile that hit her right in the heart. "Even when we're a hundred and twenty, I'll still want to crawl all over you. "
"Zach, you're a menace. " And she loved him for it.
Was starting to truly see what she'd gotten when she accepted the mating. It was a powerful, almost vicious need, but it was also a bond of the deepest, most unflinching love. Even when he wasn't with her, she felt him loving her deep inside. "We need to have a wedding," she said, coaxing him with a slow kiss, "because my parents need to see me married, and Caro's already picked out a matron of honor dress. "
Then she dealt what she knew would be the deathblow to any further objections. "Their happiness is important to me. "
He blew out a breath. "Fine. When?"
"I was thinking spring for both ceremonies. "
"That's a while away. " He slid his hands under her sweater, touching skin. "We could do it at Christmas.
A present for both of us. "
"No," she said, stroking his nape with her fingertips. "It has to be spring. I want everything alive and growing," As she felt she was growing, opening, becoming. "And I already have my present. "
Eyes the color of the deepest ocean gleamed with feline curiosity. "Yeah?"
"A long time ago, during the Christmas I lay in hospital," she told him, retrieving a memory that had once been painful, but was now full of wonder, "I wished for someone who would be mine, someone I could play with and share all my secrets. " Never could she have imagined the astonishing final outcome of that long-ago wish.
He moved his hands down to close over her thighs.
"Are you calling me your gift?"
"Yes. " She smiled. "How do you feel about that?"
"Like it's my turn to be unwrapped. " He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow. "
Her laughter mingled with his and the sound felt like starlight on her skin, like the promise of forever . . . like a lick of "majick. "
Chapter 1
"The love of my life is not going to wear a pink shirt. "
Bree Murphy looked in disbelief at her little sister Abigail, who was waving what remained of the tarot deck in her hand with total confidence.
"It's right here in the cards, Bree. " Abby tapped the Empress card lying on
the kitchen table.
Bree fought the urge to roll her eyes. Teaching Abby the tarot had been her own idea, apparently a stupid one. Abby couldn't divine her way out of a paper bag if suggesting Bree would date a man in pastels was any indication. It wasn't going to happen.
Ever. Besides, the Empress was an indicator of her own destiny, her own strength, not about a man.
"No men in pink. I like men in black who read poetry. You know my type. "
"Your type usually looks like they need a flea dip,"
Bree's older sister Charlotte commented.
That was a total exaggeration. "Hey, no one I have ever dated is unclean. Give me some credit. But being empathic makes me sympathetic. I sense when men need my support and emotional counseling, and I can't help but respond. "
"That's actually kind of creepy," Abby said, her lip curling back. "Who wants a guy who's that needy?"
Hey, Bree knew it was a bad pattern. She could admit that. That was why she had stayed away from men for the last two years, which suddenly seemed like an incredibly long time. A long, celibate, lonely time. But she did not need her eighteen-year-old sister passing judgment. "And you're the expert on men, how?"
"I have a boyfriend," Abby said, tossing back her dark hair.
Now Bree did let loose with an eye roll.
"Whatever. " Bree didn't think Abby's boyfriend was any sort of model of male attentiveness, but there was no point in arguing. "But seriously, no men in pink shirts. "
"He does something corporate," Abby added, as if she hadn't heard a word of protest. "I see him in an office. "
That got Bree's attention. Not because she would ever date someone corporate, because she so wouldn't, but because Bree was speaking with such total confidence, and there was nothing in the tarot spread in front of her that should be giving her a clear visual of any man, let alone a candidate for the corner office.