Page 8 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

“I know how to use magic,” Lucas spoke in a small voice. “I have none of my own.”

“Did you…take…some from me?”

“No.” He shook his head softly. “Just borrowed it. I promise.”

Nodding again, I glanced at his chest for the briefest of moments.

“Did you just heal the wounds, or…”

“I was never going to turn into a werewolf, Rob.”

My eyes shot back to his.

“But we don’t want Jason to know that.” He gave a cautious smile. “If those guys weren’t his pack…then we need to know who they were, right? If they think I’m going to turn…maybe they’ll show up. Right? If they really were his pack, and he’s lying to us, we need him to believe that they did what they set out to do.”

My head nodded of its own accord again.

“Would you have turned into a werewolf if you hadn’t just done that?” I asked gently.

“No.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “I’m immune.”

“I can’t nod again,” I said it aloud. “This is weird. Even for me, babe. Why don’t I have this memory? Why don’t I know this about you?”

“I never told you.” Lucas turned his eyes from mine. “I’ve never told anyone. Except…grandpa.”

“Right.” I shrugged.

The water was slowly getting cooler. We were using up all of the water in the hot water tank.

“Don’t be upset.”

“I’m not upset.” I shook my head. “I’m…confused. Why wouldn’t you tell me, Lucas?”

With a sigh, he reached behind himself and shut off the now cold water, then he turned back to me, and his hand went to my chest.

“You’re not the only one here who’s trouble, Rob.” He sounded defeated. “And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to make more trouble for you. Not back then. There was already…so much. And I would have told you as soon as you came back, but…”

“You weren’t yourself.”

“I wasn’t myself.” He agreed.

“You seemed to think you were going to be a werewolf earlier.” I frowned. “I mean, you upchucked all over the place.”

Lucas cringed. “Not because I thought that…I just couldn’t imagine having cravings for meat. Especially human meat or something.”

Together, we stood in the shower, which was no longer running, and stared at each other, slowly getting cold without the hot water to keep us warm. It was probably less than a minute that we stood there, staring at each other, with Lucas’ hand against my chest, but it felt much longer. When I could no longer take the silence and curiosity, my lips parted once more.

“Is tonight the night we unpack everything?” I asked gently. “Or…do we want to make love for only the second time as two people who have loved each other for a very long time—and actually remember it?”

Lucas’ expression softened further.

“I remember that night.” He choked out. “You were so brave.”

“So were you.”