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by King, Thayer


  “Mind if I join you?” Imani asked as she took a seat on the other side of Bear. Bear gave her an efficient sniffing and she responded by giving him a good scratch behind his ears.

  “Of course not,” he replied, still dumbfounded by her presence.

  “Why didn’t you tell me that I was your mate?”

  He frowned. “I didn’t?”

  “No, you didn’t,” she said, her exasperation clear.

  “I guess I thought it was implied.”

  “By what?” She frowned. “We didn’t come anywhere near discussing us being mates or bonded. Mystique explained it all to me. If you’d told me, then I….”

  “Then you what?”

  She shrugged, her gaze slipping from his. She made a soft sound and shook her head. “How could you plan to keep it from me? Look at your damn garden. It’s supernatural. Every bloom is perfect.”

  He shrugged. “I’m a pruner.”

  She glared at him. “Is that the fertilizer you were planning to feed me when I asked about it?”

  “Probably.”

  “And when I gained the ability to communicate with you telepathically? What were you going to say then?”

  Keith inhaled. “God, I hope that happens.” Reaching around Bear’s furry bulk, he took her smaller hand in his, linking their fingers. “I want that with you so much, but because you’re human, I wasn’t sure it would ever happen. Then you told me about your premonitions.”

  “That’s true. I shared that with you. It always set me apart and I was scared you’d think I was crazy. But I told you, even though I rarely have such dreams. You were trying to hide an entire portion of your life from me. Can you understand why I’m upset?”

  He nodded. “Of course. But, baby, I can promise it will never happen again.”

  “I know. Thanks to Mystique.”

  He winced. “No doubt, I owe her. I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with the words to tell you myself. Please forgive me.”

  “You’re lucky I love you.” She leaned over and he met her halfway. They kissed over Bear’s head. “You’re forgiven,” she whispered against his lips.

  He could feel her love like sunshine warming him from the inside despite the chill in the air. He sent that same warmth back to her and he knew she felt it as her smile grew and grew. J

  The End

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