Page 175 of Knot What I Expected

Fantastic.

“Gabby! Ticket thirty-three has been sittin’ here ten freakin’ minutes!” Frank yells from the kitchen window.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!”

I walk over to grab the bag, stepping gingerly because of the newfound soreness between my legs.

I don’t have it in me to be pissed at the boss today. Seriously, I’m in too good a mood. He can yell all he wants.

As for my achy bits? My other nature is already healing things just fine, and honestly? The discomfort isn’t entirely unwelcome.

It simply makes me think of him.

Rowan.

Mine.

I bite my lip as I grab the ticket and check the order.

When am I going to see him again?

Which is a ridiculous thing to ask myself because I already know the answer.

Later.

Five o’clock.

He told me so himself.

Still, my entire body seems painfully aware that he isn’t here. My other nature is worse. She’s been restless since the second he left, stretching beneath my skin and reaching for something that isn’t there anymore.

Him.

I swallow hard.

Because last night wasn’t simply good sex. God, I almost wish it had been.

Almost.

See, good sex I could handle. Great sex? Hell yeah.

Mind-blowing, never-knew-my-body-could-do-that sex? Okay—maybe that would take a minute to process, but I could still put it in a neat little box labeled One Wild Night with the Viking Wolf and move on with my life.

Except that isn’t what happened.

The first round was a combination of unmitigated need and lust. Two people who’d spent weeks circling each other finally crashing together.

But later? By round three, well, let’s just say that everything had changed.

We moved slower. Together. Like we’d somehow learned each other without ever being taught.

And I have never felt so deeply connected to another person before.

Not physically.

Not magically.

Certainly not emotionally.