“They did say eight, didn’t they?” “Logan dear, be patient. If they only realized they were mates late yesterday, they’ve been . . . getting to know each other,” June reasoned. “Rose was adamant she wasn’t interested in being mates,” he insisted. June reached up and drew circles around the mate bite on his neck with the tip of her finger. Even the feather light touch on the mark sent jolts of passion through his body. “You know yourself how strong the pull is. No Were can turn their back on fate. Not for long anyway.” She slid her hand underneath his arm and laced their fingers together. Just the touch of his mate reminded him of the pull she mentioned. They had been together for over ten years but he remembered their first touch like it was yesterday and this one was no different. His expression softened. He held hands with the other half of his heart and read their future in her eyes while they enjoyed another cup of coffee.
