You found some supplies for me. Thanks.” Trisha walked right up to him clothed only in a fluffy, white terrycloth robe and a towel draped around her neck to absorb the water still dripping intermittently from her hair. She wasn’t shy about taking things out of his hands, her delicate fingers brushing against the fabric that covered his chest, heightening the instant arousal that had attacked him the moment he’d caught her true scent.She seemed preoccupied by the crinkly wrapped syringes, alcohol wipes and various other first aid supplies he’d collected from the closet. She emptied his hands and turned to go, and he was powerless to do anything but follow in her wake. He was struck nearly dumb by the idea that he’d finally met his mate.And she didn’t know the first thing about the real world. She was human. Innocent of the knowledge that they were not the only highly advanced creatures that inhabited the earth. Even though she was friends with a half-fey, it was clear the pixie-woman—as Steve had come to think of her—was keeping her friends in the dark about Others.Trisha didn’t know.
