Page 80 of Claimed By The Tracker

"Then how exactly do you plan to produce one?"

For the first time since he'd walked into the lobby, Gideon went completely still.

Not professionally still.

Something deeper.

His eyes held mine.

"My wolf recognized you the second I walked through that door."

Everything inside me stopped.

My own wolf surged against my ribs.

Hard enough to steal a breath.

I kept my face steady through sheer habit.

"You're saying⁠⁠—"

"I'm saying yours recognized me too."

Heat moved through my chest.

My wolf pressed harder.

Traitor.

"You're telling me we're mates."

"I'm telling you the possibility is real."

His gaze didn't move.

"And if I'm right, we don't manufacture a claim. We control when the world sees it."

I stared at him.

"You're basing an operational cover on instinct."

"I'm basing it on two wolves that reacted before either of us had time to lie about it."

That landed harder than I wanted it to.

"So what happens if you're wrong?"

"I find another approach by tonight."

A pause.

"I don't think that's the problem we're going to have."

I set my coffee on the concierge desk.

It had gone cold anyway.

Gideon Cross stood very still through all of it.