She turned sideways to check out her reflection at the back and decided the outfit looked nice and cool for visiting Heath at the office. She intended to invite him to lunch, and then she’d break down and hit him up for money. Now that they were engaged and working on their relationship, she didn’t feel so determined not to accept his help—well, every once in a while. She had slept at the house last night but then came back to her apartment today. Heath had protested, but she wanted to do things right. She didn’t want to make decisions because they thought they had to, being mated, but because both of them were on the same track. If they were to get to that place, then their decisions had to be theirs and not what was expected as shifters. Even with this argument, the only way she’d gotten him to agree to let her stay in her place was to assure him the cootchie was not off-limits. She laughed remembering his reaction to her use of such a word and then to her promise. The man’s desire seemed to grow by the hour.She let herself out of the apartment and locked the door, then jogged down the steps to the street.
