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“Sorry,” I murmur as I get back into the bed. “I’m not used to this.”
“I’m not either. I’m sorry if I was acting like an asshole.”
He doesn’t look or sound like he’s comfortable with the apology, but he makes it.
I give him a smile. “I don’t think you’re a sociopath.”
“You don’t?” he asks, sounding intrigued.
“A sometimes asshole, yeah, sure. But a sociopath? I don’t think so.”
“Well, it’s not an official diagnosis,” he admits. “But I don’t think there’s an official diagnosis system for sometimes assholes.”
I can’t help laughing. “Well, if there was …”
“If there was, I’m sure I’d be the first one to pass.”
“Probably, if you could disrupt your regular routine enough to go get diagnosed. I’ve messed it up for you enough this morning. You should get back to it.”
He nods slowly, heading to the bathroom again, and turning slowly at the door.
“No leaving while I’m in here.”
“Cross my heart,” I tell him.
I don’t intend for it to be a lie.
Chapter Fifty-Two
E.A.
I close the bathroom door and contemplate checking on my pack brothers first. I’m not convinced Leanne intends to stick around. She’s a little erratic and hard to read. She’s also pretty good at noticing things. I’m already running late with my usual routine and it’s making me feel ... off.
I run the water and try to consider where I can shave time to get down to the office and go through my day like it’s a regular Friday.
Trouble is, it’s not a regular Friday.
I have a new fated mate to look after now, and I have very strong feelings about what that should entail. Those feelings clash badly with my routines. It’s a mess, and I don’t know how to deal with any of it.
“Pill,” I murmur, popping it into my mouth and washing it down with gulp from the bottle I left by the sink last night. One thing at a time, and I can get through this.
“Brush your teeth, wash your face, shower.”
Three simple, everyday things.
I concentrate on each of them fully until I’m done and standing in front of the mirror wrapping a towel around my waist. I didn’t think to bring clothes into the bathroom with me, because that’s not a part of my routine. My clothes are in my dresser outside the bathroom door.
If I walk out there like this, Leanne will see my scar.
She’ll ask how I got it, and I don’t think I can handle talking about that right now.
Not while I’m already starting to spin out.
I grab another towel and wrap it around my shoulders.
If I’m lucky, she’ll barely glance at me until I’m dressed.
When I open the bathroom door, I find the bed empty, and the bedroom door open.
