Page 59 of The Fake Mate


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“I doubt the patient picked up on what was going on, but I sure as hell did.”

“Do you want me to kick his ass?”

Noah makes a face. “What?”

“I’m just saying. I feel like I could pull an ‘enraged mate’ card and get away with it.”

His smile widens then, and my stomach does something funny, like a swooping motion.

“It’s fine,” he assures me. “I can handle him.”

“I was just surprised that you came down to my floor again.”

“I...” He sighs, scratching the back of his neck. “I guess I can’t lie and say I haven’t been a little off today.”

“Off?”

He gestures between us. “About you and me. I guess I expected...” He breathes in just to blow it out. “I guess I needed to make sure we were okay.”

“I told you,” I remind him. “I’m not going to freak out on you. This can be whatever we want it to be.”

“I know,” he says. “I know you did. I just... wanted to be sure.”

So, was his entire reason for coming down to see mereallyonly because he was worried I was off somewhere pining for him? What was that kiss about then? It makes my head hurt thinking about it, but I can’t bring myself to say anything.

“I hope I didn’t cause any problems with your friend,” Noah adds, pulling me from my thoughts.

My brow furrows. “My friend?”

“Liam,” he clarifies.

“Oh.” I’m searching his face for any signs of jealousy or alpha nonsense—but his expression remains frustratingly blank. “No, no. He’s really just a friend.”

Or at least, that’s what I thought before today.

“Okay,” Noah says evenly. “I was afraid I had overstepped with... you know.”

Ah. So hehadbeen second-guessing it.

“You mean making out in the hallway?”

He flinches. “More or less.”

“You were just playing the part,” I say, mirroring what he texted me earlier.

“Right,” he answers immediately.

“It’s not like you were being jealous or something,” I laugh, passing it off as a joke even though part of me is perking up for his answer. “Right?”

It takes him a second to answer, but only a second. “Of course not.”

I consider it, reasoning that regardless ofhisreasons—I definitely didn’thatehim kissing me in the hallway.

“I think maybe we’re both probably walking on eggshells,” I admit. “I can tell you’re still worrying about last night changing things, but I think we got through it fine. I mean, you’re not mauling my male coworkers, and I’m not begging you to bite me, so all in all, I’d say it was a successful experiment.”

“I guess that’s... true.”

“And we both enjoyed it... right?”

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