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My phone vibrated on my desk, and I glanced at the message that popped onto the screen. It was from Ty.
Hello, beautiful. I hope you’re having a fantastic day.
My heart fluttered. No matter how many times Ty texted or called, I couldn’t quite get used to someone checking in on me so frequently.
My parents had always kept close tabs on me, sent me regular messages just to make sure I was doing well, but this was different. Ty cared for me in a way a parent didn’t. He cared like a lover. He’d proven that in the way he’d taken care of my heat a few nights ago. Just the thought of that night sent delicious shivers through my body.
I ended the call with Mrs. Boling, then sat back, letting my mind wander as I looked out the window. Ty’s tongue was magical. I hadn’t known oral sex could be so satisfying, but his warm tongue had sent me into convulsions.
I sighed and forced myself to focus on something else—anything else. I switched off my computer and gathered my paperwork.
After I tapped out a quick response to Ty, I locked my office door and hopped into the car.
My week had been busy with multiple client meetings and a few catered events, so the time had sailed past. Through all of it, Ty had touched base with me every day, sometimes multiple times a day. It was strange at first, but I liked it. Having someone who cared enough to check in left my heart racing.
Whenever I saw his name pop onto my phone’s screen, I couldn’t help but smile. Something about him guy made me giddy. Yet, there was a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that just wouldn’t subside. I was missing something, though I couldn’t exactly put my finger on it.
Whenever we had a conversation, whether in person or on the phone, I played it out over and over again in my mind, picking it apart and analyzing every word spoken because I couldn’t shake my feelings.
I was worried. He hadn’t said anything specific, nothing that gave me pause, but it was what he hadn’t said. Also, there had been those lingering looks, as if he were trying to figure me out or wondering whether I was being honest with him.
It had all started with our conversation in the theater room. He’d asked me about the rabbit and how it had healed. I couldn’t imagine how I must have looked to him at that moment because I wasn’t sure how to answer him. I hadn’t wanted to lie—no relationship that started on a lie ever lasted—but I couldn’t just blurt out that the rabbit had, indeed, been brought back to life by my mystical, magical teardrops. Who would believe such nonsense? I’d done the research. This kind of thing didn’t happen except in fairy tales.
Ty’s eyes had narrowed, and I could practically see the wheels starting to turn in his head. I couldn’t tell one way or the other if he believed me. There was no way for me to be certain.
Something told me that he might have figured out the truth about my status. Undoubtedly, he’d heard the legends before. Maybe he did the math and figured it out. Who knew?
Whether I was right or wrong, I’d contemplated coming clean with him all week. Perhaps I needed to step way outside of my comfort zone, since this was the man I hoped to mate with. He needed to know what I was. It was only fair given that I knew exactly who and what he was, and the more I thought about it, the more the word perfect came to mind.
Those thoughts stayed with me all week as I worked my various catering jobs. My mind always circled back to my relationship with Ty. I had to be honest. The more I got to know him, the closer I felt to him. Being intimate certainly hadn’t hurt our relationship. There was another side to me that he’d discovered, and he’d shown me how strong an orgasm could truly be.
By the time Friday rolled around, I’d thought of every aspect of our relationship: our conversations, texts, and even our lust for one another. I wanted to be with him. There was nothing that detracted from my desire for him.
When I pulled into the parking lot at my doctor’s office, I made a silent vow. I would be open and honest with Dr. Reynolds and explain my relationship as well as my concerns moving forward with Ty as my fated mate. I had nothing to lose at this point and was confident that Dr. Reynolds would be candid with me. There might have been another option I hadn’t thought of, but I’d tried to consider them all. Everything from changing my diet to a rigorous exercise routine, even though those would help me, not the ones suffering the effects of my scent. Maybe he could give me another type of pill that would suppress my urges and powers.
I smiled at the front desk receptionist when she glared at me over her glasses. “Hello, dear.”
“Hi, Susan.” I picked up a pen to sign the usual forms and permissions.
Susan held up a hand. “No need for that, Liza. Dr. Reynolds is expecting you and has been anxious to follow up with you. He said you emailed him last week.” She smiled, and stood to point to the door marked: Employees only. “He explicitly instructed me to send you straight back. He’s waiting for you in his office. Third door on the right.”
Shit. That was either a very good sign or a very bad one. My doctor wanted me to bypass the waiting room. In this office, which was always busy, that kind of special treatment was unheard of.
I wrung my hands and nodded, walking through the ever-mysterious employee door that led to another hallway. Pausing, I took a deep breath before knocking on Dr. Reynold’s office door, rapping my knuckles on the wood just below his name plate.
“Come in,” he instructed, his voice gruff and raspy.
Dr. Reynolds had been my doctor ever since my parents adopted me. He knew everything there was to know about my medical history, and it went without saying that I truly trusted him with my life. He’d always been the final authority on my health, and today was no different. I needed his advice.
“Well, hello, Liza.” Dr. Reynolds stood from his large desk and pulled his glasses from his face with one hand, holding the other out for me to shake. “So good to see you, dear. Please, have a seat.”
I pulled out a burgundy leather chair—one I’d sat in on multiple occasions. A few years ago, he’d gotten new ones, but this one was a relic from his former office.
“Thank you so much for fitting me in so soon. I appreciate it.” That, too ,could’ve gone without saying, but he had fit me in between other patients, and I was grateful enough to mention it.
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss a meeting with my favorite patient for anything in the world.” He returned to his chair and slid his glasses back on. “Now, tell me how you’re doing with the double dosages I prescribed. Have they been working out for you?”
I put my purse on the floor and folded my hands in my lap. “I feel like they’ve been working fine as far as keeping my pheromone levels down, but I experienced a full-blown heat this past week.”
