Rebecca’s Wolves(28)

Her shoulders slump. “I’m feeling railroaded.”

“I know, love. I’m sorry. I promise it will all make sense soon.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

Miles stepped forward and reached for her hand. He waited for her while she stared at it for several heartbeats. Finally, she set hers in his, and he led her from the room, down the short hall, and into his bedroom.

It was a mess. He winced. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company.”

“And I never said this was necessary.”

“It is, love.” He stepped over dirty clothes and pushed into the bathroom, which was thankfully not in as bad of shape. At least it was clean. He had a woman who came every week to ensure he didn’t live in a pigsty.

When he entered the bathroom, he grabbed a towel from the small closet and handed it to her. “Everything you need should be in there. Sorry, I don’t have anything girly, but we can fix that.”

“What? Now you’re going to run to the store?”

He chuckled. “No. Not now. Later.”

“How long do you think I’m staying here? Long enough to need multiple showers?” She narrowed her gaze and cocked one hip out.

“Perhaps,” he muttered. He really should keep his damn mouth shut and stop talking. Every time he opened it, he created new problems.

“Jesus, Miles. This is crazy.”

He turned toward her, took her hips in his palms, and inhaled deeply of her wonderful scent. “I know. Please. Shower. Eat. We’ll talk after.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze.

He kissed the top of her head and then left her, shutting the door behind him.

The first thing he did when he heard the shower running was scurry around his bedroom picking up the litter of clothing and stashing it in the hamper in the corner. The next thing he did was strip the bed and put on fresh sheets. Thank God he had a king-sized bed. He was about to need it.

Finally, he popped back into the living room.

“She okay?” Griffen stood at the sliding glass door that led to the back yard.

“No.”

“Didn’t figure.”

“You want to use the guest bath while I start something to eat?”

“Sure.” Griffen turned around, but he made no move to leave the room. “We good?”

Miles met his gaze. “We have a choice?”

“Doesn’t seem like it, but it could be smoother.”

Miles smiled. “It’s not what I had in mind, but if I had to pick a man to share my mate with for life, I suppose I would have chosen you.” His words were heartfelt. He meant them.

Griffen met his smile. “Same to you.”

“Go shower. I’m sure we both stink.”

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Rebecca was all thumbs in the shower. It took her forever to wash her hair, and thank God Miles had conditioner. She would have been a mess without it. She tried not to think while she bathed, but it was difficult to ignore the pile of questions she had. In addition, the room smelled of Miles. Hell, the whole house did. After all, it was his house.

And the scent was distracting.

She had no idea why, but she borrowed his razor and shaved. This also took forever because her hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and she didn’t want to cut herself.

When she finally emerged from the steamy shower, she felt almost human. Comical since she was the only human in the house. More questions without answers.

Everything in Miles’ bathroom seemed like normal human paraphernalia. Did wolf shifters spend most of their time behaving like normal humans? Did she know other shifters and not realize it? Hell, were humans outnumbered?

Wrapped in the huge towel, she grabbed a comb from the counter and worked through her long hair. It would have to dry naturally, leaving her with a mess of curls hanging down her back to her butt.

Finally, she eased the door to the bathroom open. No one was in the bedroom. It was far tidier than when she’d come through it the first time, making her giggle. Even the bed was made. Did he think she was going to sleep in that bed? A shiver raced down her spine again. Sleep wasn’t what he probably had in mind. And thinking any further down that line would drive her insane, so she ignored the thought and went in search of something to wear.

There was no way she was going to put on anything she’d worn into the bathroom. She opened two drawers before she found T-shirts. She snagged the top one and tugged it over her head before losing the towel, which she draped over a chair.

She pulled her hair out of the neckline and glanced down. At least the shirt was long enough to cover her ass and provide her with some modesty. Hell, she’d seen both men naked. Who cared if her legs stuck out?

She took a deep breath and padded from the room.