Page 50 of Mated To My Boss

“What?” Nate’s genuine surprise encourages me to continue.

“I even saw the injury on his hand right where I bit the hunter that came after us. That's when I decided that leaving and not returning would be the best thing.”

“Does your friend know that you're here?”

I shake my head. “We haven't talked since then. We didn't even talk properly that day. But there's something …” I fish out the charm that Hannah gave me.

Nate's eyes widen. “Is that—”

“Yes, it smells like hunters.”

“Where did you get this?” he asks.

“I got it from the friend I went out with. She said she just found it in the shop so someone must've left it there. Do you think the hunters have found us?”

“There's no way of knowing for sure.” He places a hand on mine. “Do you have a picture of him?”

I look at our joined hands before returning to his face. “Yes, I should be able to dig up something.”

“Do you know what you're about to do?” Nate asks. “Hunters have eluded us for years, but you're about to provide pictures of a dangerous one. Thank you for this.”

“Of course,” I respond. “Anything I can do to help.”

He pulls me close to him, letting me rest against his body. My heartbeat slows down when I reach for Nate's chest and then it quickens again when I realize how close we are.

My mate doesn't kiss me though. He holds me against his chest, making sure I don't move away–which I don't plan on doing.

We lie next to each other, and I feel sleep reaching out for me, but the stress from earlier still weighs heavily on my mind. I focus on my mate's scent, inhaling as deeply as possible, as if he's about to escape from me.

“I have an idea,” Nate suddenly says, pulling me back to reality.

“What is it?” I ask softly.

“Would you like to have dinner with me next weekend?” The question hovers in the room for a moment before slapping me across the face. I lean back slightly.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it would be a nice way to obliterate all this craziness. Would you like to?”

“Of course, yeah.”

Part of me wishes he was asking because he wanted to spend time with me, but I was going to take the offer either way.

“Awesome, I'm already looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” I say.

You have no idea how much I want this.

Nate's phone rings and he struggles to pick it up while still holding me. I shift my weight, giving him room.

He frowns at the screen before answering. “Hello?”

I look up at Nate as he takes the phone call, observing the movements of his jaw and the way his face tightens with concentration. After a full minute, he ends the call and looks down at me.

“That was the police.”

“Why are the cops calling you? I thought we already sorted everything out with them?”

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