Page 79 of A Broody Mate for the Human
“I can’t stay,” she tells us. “I am looking for something.”
“For what? Maybe I can help,” Jonas suggests. “And then you could stay.”
“It’s not something I can explain,” she says. “It’s a calling I have, like something keeps pulling me to move onwards. I am looking for my roots, and only I can do that.”
“I understand,” I say.
“And you?” she asks me.
“I need to track a friend.”
“To stalk him?” Jonas wants to know.
“No.” I sigh. “You know I don’t do that. It’s an actual friend, and I’m worried something might have happened to him.”
“Oh.” Jonas’s expression turns serious. “Tell me some details.”
I do, telling him and Dalila the area Finn is supposed to be and that we can’t reach him. Meanwhile, Raffy walks around the place, eyeing everything curiously. Sugar has found a spot next to the coffee machine and snores off.
“Can you help?” I ask Jonas.
He exchanges a gaze with Dalila, and she nods. “Sure, man,” he says. “We’ll try to track him.”
I sigh. “You know I love you.”
Jonas makes an obscene gesture with his hand and mouth.
“No, I love you, but I won’t blow you.” I chuckle. “Those times are over.”
“Man, you were more fun the last time you dropped by.” Jonas sighs dramatically.
The last time I dropped by my mate hadn’t hurt me. Also, I wasn’t in the company of the hottest man in the universe.
Wait… what…?
What am I even thinking?
I shake the thought off again. Apparently, I’m delusional. Sure, Raffy is fine, but not that awesome. And he certainly doesn’t want me. I notice his gaze now. He is staring at me and then at Jonas, eyebrows furrowed. He comes closer again.
“Jonas and I are just friends,” I hurry to explain, nervous he might make the wrong assumptions. I don’t want him to believe we are still a thing. “It’s just our humor.”
“Thanks for helping Dave,” he tells Jonas. He still looks like he wants to punch him, but at the same time, he also looks genuinely thankful.
“Uh.” Jonas shows me a crooked smile. “I didn’t know. Sorry, man.”
“Didn’t know what?” I ask, surprised.
Jonas smacks my shoulder playfully, which just increases the dark expression on Raffy’s face. “Didn’t want to give you any troubles,” he whispers. Dalila has caught his last words and smiles at me.
“He looks fine,” she voices with her lips.
I’m still completely confused by their weird reaction, but I don’t question them further. Jonas hurries to his computer and asks me for Finn’s number. Raffy seems relaxed too, so I decide not to push it further.
Chapter twenty-seven
Shadows of the Past
*JUN*
