Tessa’s POV
“Your memory is s**t, Nate,” Carter laughed, taking another big bite of his food. “Also, we aren’t your caretaker. Set an alarm if you want to get here early.”
The man, Nate, was still staring at me blankly. Then, I saw the movement of his nose.
I flushed.
He was smelling me.
“Don’t you remember me telling you that Joseph was bringing a human guest?” Carter continued, peering over at him with a frown.
After another pause of silence, Nate’s eyes flashed recognition.
“Oh, right,” he said, glancing down his plate. “Just didn’t think her scent would slap me in the face.”
What did that mean?
I looked at Joseph who was glaring at Nate with a grimace.
“Tessa, this is Nathanial,” Joseph said through his teeth. “He can be a prick when he wants to be.”
“I’m just honest,” Nate
