Page 17 of His Flash Mate

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“For now.So how did you acquire your new man?”

Her humor cracked through her expression.“Selling information about you.”

“Seriously?The same guy?What did you tell him?”

“Since you were fine that he knew your stance against relationships is due to your parents’ divorce, I elaborated.It’s not the relationship?—”

“Yes, it is.”

“—it’s the dependency that would put you in a position where you can be used and left with nothing.”

I was stunned.“He actually gave you enough money to buy that bag for making me sound like I need a therapist.”

“You probably do.”

I shrugged.“Which makes me even more curious about this guy?”

Miranda arched a brow.“Really?As in, you’re interested?”

“As in, why someone with enough money to buy that purse would be interested in me?No one would pay that kind of money for me, Miranda.Not unless they intend to use me in some way.”

“I would never sell your personal details to someone without knowing their intent,” Miranda said.

“You know his intent?How?Your shifter nose?”

“That has something to do with it.”

“You’re being evasive.Spill the tea.Who is this guy?”

She gave me a considering look.“Do you trust me?”

“You?Yes.Some guy who says he’s interested in me and pays you enough to buy yourself that purse?Hell, no.”

“He’s a rich shifter looking for his mate.”

Shifter?

I wasn’t some shifter-hating human.

Miranda was a shifter, and I loved her.

And because of her, I understood enough about shifters to know they’d make great partners…if a girl was interested in forever.Because that’s all shifters were chasing.Forever, with a bow on it.

I didn’t do bows.

“Well, he’s looking in the wrong place then,” I said.“I’m no one’s mate.”

Miranda shrugged.“He believes you are, and I believe my nose.”

My thoughts shifted to Wrenly, our absent good friend who recently said yes to a wolf shifter, the CEO of Wulf Enterprises, to be exact.I’d been there for most of their relationship and knew exactly what being with a shifter meant.

“No, thanks.If I wanted to be smothered, I’d use a pillow.”

Miranda laughed.

“Do you mind if I pass that along?”

“Knock yourself out.Him too, if you’re willing.A good concussion might help him move on.”