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The dress was understated glam. While it was modest in length, it clung to every one of her curves. She paired the dress with a pair of sparkly silver heels that added height to her frame.
Violet jumped when she looked at her phone. She had ten minutes to spare and still had to make it to the restaurant. She slipped the heels on, grabbed an equally sparkly purse, and then carefully made her way to the elevators.
This is it. You’re about to meet your fated mate.She repeated the words over and over. By the time the elevator had dropped to the tenth floor, there was a wide grin on her face.
She forced the grin away as she walked up to the maître d’ and gave him Gerri’s name.
“Are you a racing fan?” the maître d’ asked as he looked her up and down.
“Uh, not really. I was gifted this weekend by the woman who made the reservation.”
The man grinned at her suddenly. “Well, you better get ready. This is going to be one helluva weekend.”
The entire restaurant had been booked for the exclusive dinner, and Violet headed for the bar, where she ordered a glass of wine. She needed to calm her nerves and also needed to have something to hold onto so that she didn’t look like an interloper.
I wonder who he is,she asked herself as she scanned the room. Who could Gerri possibly be setting her up with?
She didn’t really care who he was if she were being honest with herself. She didn’t care if he was the pit crew mechanic or one of the billionaires sponsoring the drivers. All Violet wanted right then was to find her mate.
She hoped that he was a shifter so her mating senses would truly be activated. It would also help if her mate was hot. She needed something good to look at every day.
She almost purred at the thought of being with another shifter. It had been so long since she had truly been with anyone.
That was when she caught the scent in the air. It wasn’t the scent of her mate, but itwasthe scent of shifters. She couldn’t tell what kind right away, and she also wasn’t close enough to anyone to identify which of the guests… or staff… were her kind.
Violet decided to ignore them for now but stayed away from the crowds. Instead, she walked along the outskirts of the restaurant and waited for Gerri, who hadn’t arrived yet.
She tried to look as normal as possible while she made another lap around the room and looked at the artwork on the walls. But she also kept looking at every guest, hoping one of them would be her mate and that she would feel it right away.
Abby had described meeting her mate as a shock through the heart. She had known right away that he was her mate.Would it be like that for her too?Violet asked herself. She hoped so.
The restaurant was filling rapidly. She made eye contact with a few men, but the mythical magnetic pull wasn’t there for any of them.
But then, as a crowd started gathering on the other side of the restaurant, her pulse started racing. Her heart thudded, and she almost purred as something pulled her toward the mass of people.
Then she stopped, confused. The person in front of her stepped away, and she was given a view of the man at the center of the throng. And he turned to look at her.
It was him.That’s him. That’s my mate.
Her breathing choked in her throat, her blood pounding in her ears, thudding at her wrists and in her neck. The noise of the room had fallen away. All Violet could hear was her tiger roaring inside her mind. She almost vibrated from the noise inside her, the noise which pulsated throughout her chest and rippled throughout her body.
She took in a deep breath. His scent stood out from everyone else’s in the room and almost overwhelmed her.
Violet knew that her pupils were dilated, and if she had opened her mouth, she would have purred.
The man still stared at her, his brow slightly furrowed, his dark eyes narrowed. And then, in an instant, there was a flash of awareness in his eyes.
Because he knew what she knew …they were mates.
And then she was forced to step back as the throng of people pushed in around him again. The tiger inside her wanted her to shove everyone in the crowd away, but she kept control of herself because she could smell the shifters close by. She still didn’t know who they were, but she did not need to piss off a pack of shifters before she even knew the name of her mate.
You finally found him.The words thrilled her. The tiger roared again as she went back to the bar and got another drink. She sipped the wine carefully as she thought about the man who was hers.
He was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. He, whoever he was, was over six feet tall with short dark hair and intense dark eyes. Her mate was lean but muscular, and when he turned, his jawline was sharp, and his cheekbones were high.
He was beautiful.
And he had dozens of fans.
