Amanda's Wolves(17)

“Yes. You’re the fourth siblings from both families to discover you’re mates. It has happened four times. I should have thought of this earlier.”

“I still don’t see what it means to me,” Logan said. He fisted his hand on his thigh until his nails dug into his skin through the denim. The last thing he wanted was to become some sort of crime-solving guru in the midst of the insanity that was his current existence. Not only did he need to deal with the man next to him, but between the two of them, they had to forge ahead and find the woman destined to spend her life with them.

The task was monumental, it seemed, and Logan didn’t want to add strange spirit sightings to the mix. “Maybe it was a coincidence, and it won’t happen again.”

“Don’t bet on it, but I don’t think you need to stress over it yet, either. Your top priority right now is claiming your mate and sealing your fate. The spirit will show itself again when the time is right.” Mimi nodded as though she’d solved the entire mystery of the universe with that one vague statement.

“Is this what you came out here to talk about?” Logan asked. Her face had exuded something entirely different when she first sat on the swing. It wasn’t until she looked Logan in the eye that she changed tactics.

“No.” She took a few deep breaths and then continued. “There’s no way to soften this, so I’m just going to say it.”

“Say what?” Sawyer asked.

Logan knew Sawyer’s grandmother had powers. Sawyer hadn’t spent much time with her, but Logan was well aware Sawyer’s mother, Joyce, would have filled him in on everything. Surely the man next to him wasn’t shocked by the strange revelations of his grandmother.

“She’s inside.”

“What?” Sawyer jumped to his feet.

Logan grabbed his sleeve and yanked him back down into the chair. He could feel his mate’s blood pressure rising the second his fingers landed on his skin. If Mimi had more to say, they needed to heed her advice.

“I didn’t think anyone was here except the babysitter.” Sawyer’s voice rose.

Logan grabbed his arm tighter to encourage him to get a grip. “Listen to Mimi. I know she’s your grandmother, not mine, but I also know she’s intuitive. Never ignore her thoughts.” He for one would never doubt her after what she’d revealed about knowing he’d seen the spirit. He hadn’t told a soul yet.

Sawyer licked his lips and nodded. He still looked like he was about to jump out of his skin, but Logan couldn’t blame him for that. He felt the same way.

“That’s right,” Mimi continued, totally calm, her hands folded in her lap.

Sawyer groaned.

Hell, Logan did too. “How old is she?” He pictured some sixteen-year-old girl they were going to have to wait several years to claim.

Mimi chuckled softly. “She’s a grown woman. Don’t worry. You aren’t robbing a cradle. I’d say she’s about twenty-five. The original babysitter got sick.”

Logan fought to catch his breath. It suddenly seemed as though it had been knocked out of him. “How do you know?”

Mimi smiled almost condescendingly. If he hadn’t known her as well as he did, he would assume she was talking down to them. “I know.”

Of course she did. He had no idea why he questioned her. Probably because he hadn’t scented the woman inside yet. “Who else knows?”

“Probably everyone by now. Laurie’s keeping Amanda occupied in the kitchen, introducing her to the family and trying to make her feel comfortable.”

“Does anyone besides Laurie know her?”

“Laurie barely knows her. She’s the sister of one of Laurie’s friends in Cambridge. They’ve only met a few times. She just moved here a month ago.”

“Same time as me…” Sawyer added.

“Please tell me she’s a shifter,” Logan hedged.

Mimi shook her head. “Sorry, no. She’s Caucasian and seems rather green in general. She’s adorable and sweet.”

So, not even Native American. Huh, Logan thought. “I assume she knows nothing about wolf shifters, right?”

“Correct.”

He moaned and set his forehead in his hands. What the hell was Fate thinking putting him through this challenge? White? Human? And completely ignorant of their species?

Jesus.

“Are you sure?” Sawyer asked.

Mimi nodded. “I thought it would help if I came out here and gave you the heads up so you could prepare yourselves. Being blindsided is always tough.”

“Isn’t everyone blindsided, Mimi?” Logan asked.

“Yes. But you got lucky. You have me.” She grinned again.