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But she didn t. Not really.
Did she?
Millie squeezed her hand and released her, sliding from the stool as she did so.  The greatest
revenge you can ever have on him is to live your life and be happy. Ben was your friend and trusting
him was a mistake. Alistair was simply evil down to his bones. None of it had a thing to do with you
as a person. Your soul isn t some black void waiting to suck other people in. Millie sighed.  Live,
Tess. Just live.
The woman left her, footsteps light, and she strained to hear Millie depart. Eventually, the soft
click of the front door reached her, and Tess slumped against the counter, emotionally drained.
Thoughts tumbled over one another, flickers of her memories overlaying each other as they
drifted past.
Yet, one thing slowly emerged from the tumult in her mind.
She wanted to live.
Well, she wanted to mate Harding, too.
Not necessarily in that order.
Harding s heavy stomp on the back porch snared her attention. She turned toward the sound,
catching him with her gaze as he stepped over the threshold. He must have seen something in her
expression, and a look of concern overtook his features.  Tess? He inhaled and his nostrils flared.
 What was Millie doing here? He strode toward her and swept her into his arms, holding her close.
 You okay?
 Yeah. We were just talking. She reveled in the restrained strength of his body and the gentle
way he held her close.  It wasn t my fault, was it?
Harding cupped her face, stroking the soft skin of her cheek.  No, baby.
His touch sent a tingle of desire through her, arousal unfurling like a flower opening for the
sun. With acceptance came the ability to feel, really feel.  And if&  She squeezed her eyes shut.  If
we mate 
 When.
 Cocky. She stuck out her tongue.  If we mate, I won t turn into him will I? He opened his
mouth, but she cut him off before he could voice his opinion.  No. I won t. Because I m not him.
 Exactly. You re Tess. Brave, beautiful, strong Tess. My mate.
Tess accepted the words, something deep inside acknowledging that they were true, yet she
still wasn t sure. Guilt had fled at Millie s words, the woman s message ringing loud and clear.
Except fear ruled her conviction, pushed her away from the idea of becoming Harding s mate. So,
instead of demanding that he bite her, she pulled from his arms and strode toward the hallway. She
ignored his scent, the pull of her body toward him, and the need to jump into his arms. Too much had
changed, shifted, and tilted in the last fifteen minutes. Too much&
In the archway, she turned back to him, wincing at the desolation in his gaze.  I need, she
licked her lips.  I m going to take a nap for a little while.
And think.
And wonder.
And hope.
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The door had barely clicked shut before Harding was on the move and striding toward the
guest bedroom. He was drawn to his mate, pulled by an unseen force, and he couldn t bear being far
from her. He d heard Millie s words even though he d pretended surprise at the woman s presence.
And every syllable the female uttered was true.
It was a matter of Tess believing her.
Harding strode down the hallway, moving as fast as possible while keeping his steps silent. In
seconds he stood before her door, hands braced on the jambs as he leaned toward the solid piece of
wood that separated him from his mate. Her scent drifted to him from around the edges of the portal,
the sticky sweet honey calling to him like nothing else in the world.
He wanted to tear the door to shreds, demolish it and scoop his mate into his arms. He d carry
her to his room, strip her bare, and then&
Damn, his cock was hard. He d gotten used to it in the past week, falling asleep and then
waking with an erection to end all erections. All because of the curvaceous woman on the other side
of the door. He wondered if she was in similar shape, her body craving him as he craved her.
Maybe someday soon he d find out.
Harding listened to the soft rustles of fabric and imagined her stripping her clothes from her
body, peeling away layers to reveal silken skin. The squeak of the mattress reached him and he easily
pictured the scene in his mind: Tess sliding beneath the sheets and settling on the soft surface. In his
fantasies, she d been in his bed. With him. They d cuddle close and with or without sex, he d fall
asleep with her in his arms.
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