GARRETT
PATRICK STANDS BEFORE US, bleary, hair mussed, rubbing his eyes.
Christ. I was about ten seconds away from making out with his ex-girlfriend right in front of him.
In a way, I wish he would have walked in on us like that. It would have forced the issue, gotten it out of the way. Then I wouldn't have to pretend that Emily was anything but what she truly is to me.
Mine.
Last night I told Emily we'd share that secret between us. I'm not in the habit of sneaking around.
But this isn't just my decision to make.
He yawns. "Hey, Em."
"Hey, Patrick," she says.
When I glance at her, she's smiling softly at him.
The wolf under my skin, usually not easily riled, is already pushing to the surface. Snarling that he ever touched her. Livid at the idea she ever looked at him the way she looked at me last night. "Sleep okay?" he asks her.
She glances at me, then away hurriedly. "I slept fine."
