“So you waited until I fell for you, and then you gave me the good news, ‘Guess what, Roz? You’re dating a werewolf!’ How was I supposed to deal with that?”
He eyed her sadly. “I know. I should have prepared you for it, somehow. I just couldn’t come up with the right words.”
“I’m not sure there are anyrightwords.”
“Now that you’re willing to listen, you can ask me anything and talk to me about your feelings. I promise not to hide the truth anymore.”
“Really? You promise?”
“It’s hard to hide anything from each other now that we have the dubious gift of telepathy.”
She chuckled. “By the way, did you ever find out what that weird ability is all about?”
He took a deep breath. “As far as Nick and I know, it only happens between true mates.”
“And are werewolves like regular wolves, in that they mate for life?”
He leaned over and rested his forehead against hers. Looking right into her eyes, he said, “Yes. You’re the one, Roz. I’ll never look elsewhere.”
She spoke under her breath. “I’m so confused.”
“What did you say?”
She moved so she could look up into his eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you forgive me.”
“I forgive you.”
He lifted her off her feet and kissed her.
“Whoa! Put me down.”
“Still don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you?” He held her a few inches off the ground.
She chuckled. “No, I just prefer to feel the floor under my feet.”
He set her down. “Want to skip the class and—” He nodded toward the bedroom.
“Maybe later. We paid for the class, and I reallydowant to find another career. Roz Wells can’t take many more strange cases. Besides, I think I’d enjoy the culinary arts.”
“Even though my case might make you a famous lawyer?”
“Especially so. I hope it will be my last case, Konrad. The public will be rooting for the prosecution. They want a fall guy, someone to punish. If I succeed in getting you off, and I intend to, I won’t be popular.”
“Crap. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I really want and need another job.” She looked at her watch. “We’d better get going. Maybe I’ll become a famous chef instead. That I could live with.”
“And after, maybe we can cook up something spicy in the bedroom. ThatIcould live with.”
Roz smirked. “Horndog.”
***
Even though Roz still wondered about her sanity, being with Konrad felt right. All the way to the class, Konrad had spanned the short distance between them in Roz’s car to stroke her thigh or touch her hair. Each time she glanced over at him, he was smiling, and his eyes seemed sincere.
In class she tried to concentrate on what the chef was saying, which was not an easy task, when fifteen of them stood arm against arm along the crowded prep counter. She remembered how Konrad’s warmth seeped into her when they first met. If anything, she was even more aware of it now.
