CHAPTER 7
Jensen sat quietly, his body tight, hands in his lap fidgeting, as his gaze flicked around the room.
Logan could see the fear and trepidation and wanted to ease his mate.
“I wasn’t lying when I told you I understood about being homeless and living on the streets. I did that for a few years. I had my reasons for being there, but it seems just from the little you told me, that you have some good reasons, too.”
Jensen turned his head and their gazes met. “Why were you out there? I mean, look at you. You seem to have a good life.”
Logan gave him a small smile. “You’re right, I do. Now. You have to remember, shifters have long lives. I know I don’t look it, but I’m actually a hundred and fifty years old. My life started nice and peaceful, hidden away from the rest of the world, l
