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They left the warehouse and walked along the alley behind it that was clean and wide enough to allow eighteen wheelers access. A few men unloaded a truck in a bay no far from where they walked, but they were humans and wouldn’t hear.
“I feel so lost,” Lachelle admitted. “And you know how confident I usually am. Gerard’s not saying anything. Kelly’s making claims. I can’t think.”
“Then don’t.”
Lachelle looked at her for clarification.
“You don’t have to rush to know what you feel or even what you should do. I’m ticked at how Gerard is handling all this, but from the few times I’ve spent around him, it’s typical. He gets quiet and prickly when he doesn’t like the subject.”
“You’re right, but he’s going to have to get over it. I need him to talk to me. That woman…”
“Girl, don’t I know it. Did you consider this?” Janessa began.
“What?”
“She was eighteen the last time they saw her. She’s pushing forty, and she still looks like she’s twenty-five.”
“Ugh.”
“I heard something among the shifters back on the estate that they live longer than we do, and they age slower.”
“Great.”
“It doesn’t happen at first. Like they’ll age the same as we do, but once they reach a certain point, it slows down.”
“I thought you brought me out here to make me feel better.”
Janessa chuckled and hugged her. “I’m sorry. Don’t worry about anything, Lachelle. I’ve got you, girl. If Gerard even thinks about going back to her, he’s going to answer to me. I’m not going to let him treat you like you don’t matter just because of some mate garbage. On the positive side, at least you guys didn’t get married, and you aren’t pregnant.”
Lachelle moaned.
“Wait, you’re not preggo, are you?”
“It’s not that.” Lachelle stopped walking and faced her sister. “Yesterday we told each other how we feel and…”
She choked. Her throat grew thick, and she couldn’t stop the tears. Her sister dragged her into her arms and squeezed her tight.
“Crap.” Lachelle sniffed. “I’m never like this. I’m tough. I’m a policewoman.”
She cried harder.
“I used to be.”
Janessa muttered words of comfort that offered no consolation at all. The world Lachelle had carefully built was falling apart. All the dreams she thought she had at last held in hand were dissipating.
“He asked me to marry him,” Lachelle admitted.
Janessa gasped. She stared at Lachelle for a minute and then spun on her heel to walk away.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“I’m going upside his head!”
“Whoa, slow down, sis. No, don’t do that.”
Janessa stopped walking. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t.”
“Because I don’t want a man who doesn’t want me. He’s either all in, or he’s not. Period. I’m not that desperate.”
