Page 39 of A Surprise Baby for the Wolf Shifter

But his house was excruciatingly silent, much like it was outside. He couldn’t have left so quickly. At least, I didn’t think so. What did I know? He could have stealth super powers on top of shapeshifting into a wolf.

Once I had gotten my heart to calm down enough, I decided to take a couple of steps away from the door.

Weylan’s footsteps whispered into the room. He stopped and I looked up, finding him standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He appeared as though he had lost his favorite toy. Or his puppy had run away.

I ignored the sinking feeling in my chest. Now wasn’t the time for a bleeding heart. I needed to stay on survival mode just a little while longer.

I had asked him to follow me back to my room long enough to make sure I wasn’t going to have any problems with that woman. But he flat out told me no.

I stared at him, wondering if I had heard him correctly.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Not until you hear me out.”

I scoffed. “This isn’t a negotiation. I don’t want her to come after me, which she clearly was trying to do not too long ago.”

His eyes rested on mine, unwavering. “It’s a compromise. You give me the chance to explain, and I’ll make sure you get back to your room, safely.”

“I don’t want to hear you out. I just want to go back to my life and pretend like this whole nightmare never existed in the first place, and you have no right to suggest otherwise,” I said. “Especially since you lied to me.”

“I never lied to you,” he said, snapping out each word.

“Yeah, well, your rabid girlfriend definitely doesn’t feel the same way,” I snapped back. “Shall we bring her in and ask her?”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he spat out.

“Right. Sorry,” I said, not really believing him. “Will you please just follow me back. I’m not opposed to begging.”

There was a slight smirk that toyed with his lips. He was fighting smiling. I didn’t think what I said was cute, but he apparently did. Then he huffed and nodded. “Let me grab my keys.”

Within minutes he had his keys, and I was in my car. I backed out of the space and drove forward. Soon, headlights shone in my review mirror. Another few minutes later, I had pulled into my parking spot right in front of my door and stepped out.

I had cemented my plan for heading home over the drive back. I desperately needed to get back to normalcy. The weekend was a bust. I was no closer to a decision on what to do about the baby than I was a few days ago.

Weylan climbed out of his truck. “Give me the key to your room.”

“Why?” I asked.

“So I can check to make sure it’s clear,” he said firmly, holding out his hand.

“Did—did you smell something?” I asked.

He smirked. “Give me the key.”

I held out the room key to him and he unlocked the door and headed inside. Once he did a quick sweep of the room, he stepped out and nodded. “I left the key on the table. It’s all clear.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

He nodded as well then quickly moved past me. And without another word, he left. I entered my room and watched as his truck turned out of the parking lot. The roar of the engine faded into the distance before I closed the door, turned around, and stared at everything. Tears filled my eyes.

As I had planned, I started packing up everything and tossing my bags back into my car. I turned in the keys and climbed back into my car to start my drive home. Once I pulled onto the highway, I called Cassidy over the radio’s Bluetooth.

“Hello?” she said. “What news do you have for me now?”

I sniffed. “That’s a loaded question.”

“Uh-oh. Was that a sniff from a cold, or a sniff from crying?” she asked.

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