He looked over and noticed the way she wrung her hands together. It was apparent that she was nervous. “We don’t have to do this. If you’re not sure, then we can wait. I’ll wait until you’re ready. We have our whole lives.” “I’m not sure the mating pull will wait; besides, I want this, I really do, but we’ve only known each other for a little over twenty-four hours. Isn’t this happening too quickly for you? I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore.” Caleb understood her nervousness because essentially they were strangers. He knew the mating pull was riding her hard because it was pushing him also, begging for completion with the other half of his soul, begging for Miranda. Her soft-spoken yes at Haven had made him feel like he could fly. She’d agreed to be his mate, but now in the face of her uneasiness with the mating, he realized that making her happy meant more to him than succumbing to the mating pull.
