found his mate.
That was just too much for him to handle. The girl lived in
Florida, for chrissakes. He had his son to think about. As far as he knew, his
son was a hundred percent human and would never have to deal with changing at
the moon, but he was young yet. Jake had to keep an eye on him, particularly at
adolescence.
It was all so complicated, his getting married before he
understood the truth about himself, those long unexplained blackouts. Saron had
said they’d lost track of him. His mother had run while she was pregnant,
leaving the safety of the pack. They’d prayed that he was human instead of were
since his mother was human, but they hadn’t been able to track him until his
first change. Saron said he was a late bloomer for a were. They thought it was
the blend of human and were that caused it.
And last night for just a moment, he’d fallen into Christine’s
mind.
But she wasn’t second-natured. How could she be his mate?
There was so much more Saron needed to explain to him but
for now, they needed to focus on the mundane task of getting out of this snow
bank. Novels often depicted werewolves with extra strength, even in human form,
even without the full moon, but Jake’s strength only increased close to the
full moon and not by much. He didn’t know if this was true of all werewolves or
just those with human blood.
Christine stirred. He combed the swath of hair on her
forehead. “It’s morning.”
She gasped as she opened her eyes. “It wasn’t a dream?
Seriously, I thought it had to have been.”
“Nope. All real. I’ve been debating whether our best chance
is to hoof it down the road or concentrate on unburying the cab.”
“We’ll get all wet if we move the snow. Perhaps it’s better
to get moving and try to find some help? Maybe my cell phone will get a signal
down the road a ways.”
That made sense. Christine avoided his eyes as she bolted to
the other side of the seat.
“Do you have more layers in your suitcase? You should put
them on.” It was okay that she didn’t want to talk about last night. His mind
was quite a mess too. He was sane enough to know he needed to have some way to
contact her after this. All these years, all the sex he’d had, and he’d never
felt the mind-meld thing. He needed to talk to Saron, but he needed to keep
track of Christine first.
Walking in twenty-degree weather with wind whipping past his
ears was a great way to clear his head. He adjusted his gait to allow for
Christine’s shorter legs as they walked. No traffic. White everywhere they
looked except for a strip of asphalt. Not even tire tracks and certainly no
sign of a cell tower. The icy wind cut straight through their clothes but the
movement kept them fairly warm.
“Are you familiar with this area?” Jake asked, thinking how
much he liked the city with its cell towers and civilization.
“It looks so different in the snow and I’ve always been in a
car. We’d passed Cold Spring, so the next town would be Beacon, I think, but I
have no idea how far it is.”
“No worries. We have plenty of daylight. So tell me more
about Florida.”
“Well, I live in the Orlando area—you know, Disney and
Universal and all that—and am working in a tax office.”
“Do you have a boyfriend down there?”
She blushed. “No, or we wouldn’t have done what we…did.”
“Dating anyone on and off?”
“No, really haven’t had time.” She rubbed her gloves
together rapidly. “My fingers are so cold.”
“We’ll get there soon.”
“But you don’t know where we’re going.”
“Think positive.” He patted his bum, thinking it odd that
his butt cheeks were the coldest extremities. “Do you have a cell number or
email so I can talk to you again?” Should he have waited? Was he casual enough?
She paused. “Let me think about that.”
“Still feel like you don’t know me, huh?”
“I know it might be stupid at this point.” She frowned.
“Email’s relatively