Page 21 of Tempting Fate

“You have friends where you’re going?”

I bite the inside of my cheek, then sigh. “No.”

Flynn scratches his cheek. “Well. When you get it, and if you take it, let me know. I’ve got friends all over the place. No point sending you out into the cold alone.”

I gape at him. I don’t even know him, and I just dropped all this shit in his lap and—

He grins. When he claps me on the shoulder, I almost tip over from the force of it. “Like I’ll be the only one,” he says. “You can go where you like, but that pack of yours will be right on your tail.”

“Because they worry about me. And they’re not my pack. I’m not a wolf.”

“Because they care about you,” Flynn corrects, poking me in the centre of the forehead. I bat his hand away and rub the spot. “And like that matters; you’re one of them all the same. Don’t write them all off. That goes for Patch and your new housemate, too.”

“If they are—” I glance at the door and I don’t dare say the word, just in case. “Then you know what that means. No point getting my hopes up.”

Flynn’s smile doesn’t seem fragile, not quite, but there’s some flickering hesitance in his gaze. “The only way I know how to live,” he says, and I reach up and squeeze his forearm without thinking about it.

He claps me on the shoulder again but holds back some this time. “Come on. Dax should’ve got you that drink by now.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. I shake my head with a rueful grin before I follow him back into the pub.