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“I told her I’d set up a meeting with the donor tomorrow.”
“Set up the meeting, then.”
He scowled. “In what world is that a good idea?”
“The world where I just saw my mate’s teeth in another man’s throat.” It took effort not to growl the words.
“I’m not going toset up a meetingbetween you like you’re a stranger to her. She knows you. We’re going over there right now.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “It’s almost midnight. Miley doesn’t handle surprises well. Showing up now, with no warning, will make all this shit even worse.”
“I fucking hate you.” Bash rubbed his eyes. “I’ll ask her what time she wants to meet the donor. If you’re not where I tell youto be, when I tell you to be there, I’ll tell her over text and send her your address.”
“That would go over well,” I drawled.
“Like you said, your mate doesn’t handle surprises well. Show up for the meeting.”
My mate.
Damn, I liked the sound of that.
I still wasn’t sure how it would work between us.
I still wasn’t sure itwouldwork between us, in fact.
Which was why I’d stayed behind the security cameras and kept her donor’s identity quiet.
She was probably better off without me.
“You’re fucked,” Bash said, rising to his feet. “Turn off the damn cameras. If you want to see your mate, do it in person. And next time, answer your phone.”
With that, my brother slammed the door behind himself.
The lock clicked into place, and I turned the TV’s screen back on.
Fury rolled through me when I saw her on the random bastard’s lap.
Bash was right; it was time to claim my female.
three
MILEY
I pacedthe tiny break room in my coffee shop.
Bash had texted me a few hours after I got home to let me know he’d found the donor, and asked me when I wanted to meet up with him. I’d never liked putting off stressful things—it just made them more stressful—so I told him to have the guy meet me atCoffee & Toffeeat two in the afternoon.
Tatum, Brynn, and I had opened the first coffee shop slash candy store in Scale Ridge (and maybe the world?) a few years earlier. Tatum was in charge of the recipes, Brynn did the marketing, and I did the finances.
When it took off, we opened two more locations, then separated them as much as we could so each of us could run our shop the way we wanted. We still helped each other with some things, and had a contract in place to protect all of us.
Anyway, the donor was meeting me at my shop, where I had a small measure of control. That would make me feel slightly better.
Sebastian had assured me the guy would be there, so I let myself drink one of my blood bags the night before, just to stop myself from shaking so badly.
If my potential mate turned me down, I’d need to ration what I had forten years, since my body had rejected other blood.
It was a death sentence.
