Rebecca’s Wolves(67)

“Agreed.” Griffen paused and then communicated some more. “I’m leading these hikers back to town, and then I’ll be home as soon as I can get there.”

“You’re talking to Griffen, aren’t you?” Rebecca asked.

He took her hand as they reached the condo and smiled down at her. “Yep.”

“Did the two of you decide I was crazy?”

“Nope.” Miles unlocked the door and led her inside. “Hate to admit this, but I’m starting to think you’re right.”

“Finally.” She flopped down on the sofa and let her head fall back.

Miles glanced around the room. A few items were knocked over or on their sides, but the damage was minimal. He doubted the magnitude of that second quake was much higher than the first, which was a good sign.

Rebecca’s phone rang. They’d left it on the kitchen table when they attempted to go for a run.

She shoved herself off the couch and grabbed it. “Oh, good. It’s the hospital. Probably need me to come in early.” All this she mumbled before answering the call. “This is Rebecca.”

Miles headed for the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. When he turned around and leaned on the counter to face his mate, he found her eyes wide, seeing nothing, and her face white as a sheet.

She glanced at him and then turned and left the room. “Yes, I’m here…” Her voice trailed off as she padded down the hallway.

He wanted to follow her. In fact he had to grip the edge of the counter to avoid doing just that. She deserved her privacy.

But he didn’t have to like it.

He tried to get a read on her, but her brain was not open to him. She was clearly flustered, but he couldn’t snag any specific information.

Then he heard the shower running.

Undoubtedly the hospital had called her in. Maybe there were injuries from the earthquake… Seemed unlikely unless the other side of town was harder hit.

Maybe the hospital just wanted to be prepared in case another tremor hit. Miles didn’t like the idea of being separated from her in either case.

What if a larger quake did hit?

None of those scenarios explained why his mate was blocking him, however. She didn’t have any reason to keep it secret that she was going in to work.

Miles finally pushed off the counter and headed for the master bathroom. The door was closed, but as he turned the knob, he found it wasn’t locked, which allowed him to blow out a long breath.

He stepped into the room and leaned against the door, letting it snick shut again behind him.

God, she was sexy. Her head was tipped back, and water sluiced down her face and across her fucking hot naked body. Her hair was up in a knot on top of her head as she attempted to keep it relatively dry.

She ran her hands down her body, over her chest, and across her belly before she realized he was watching.

When she did, she flinched, a small gasp reaching his ears over the running water.

He narrowed his gaze at her. “Everything okay?”

“Yep.” Her tone was wrong, her single syllable too sharp. “I just need to go into work early. They’re swamped.”

“Rebecca?”

She hadn’t met his gaze. She was hiding something. Why?

She finished her shower in silence, a slight tremble in her movements as she fumbled with the soap and rushed through the rest of her washing.

He was certain she wanted him to leave, but he didn’t give her that. She was his mate. She was keeping something from him. And that something made her nervous.

She also wasn’t going to share.

When she flipped off the water, she opened the door to grab a towel but remained inside the glass enclosure while she dried. Now she hid her body too.

Miles hated that even more.

She finally met his gaze briefly as she stepped from the shower, her towel wrapped tightly around her body, covering way too much of her skin. She gave him a brief fake smile. “I need to hurry.”

“Obviously.”

“Ugh. I still don’t have my car.”

“Wouldn’t matter.” He stared hard at the back of her head as she spread lotion up her soft smooth leg.

Without lifting her face, she continued. “Why don’t you drop me off at my apartment, and I’ll pick it up? That way you don’t have to keep chauffeuring me around.”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on that’s making you too nervous to meet my gaze while I drive you to work?”

She hesitated long enough for him to know he’d hit a nerve and then set her lotion on the counter and headed his direction. When she met him, she set her hands on his chest and lifted her gaze, that same pasted-on smile in place. She furrowed her brow as though confused—also fake. “No idea what you’re talking about. I’m not nervous. I’m just trying to hurry.”