“Good idea. I feel like I should say bye, or talk to you later, but that’s just weird,” Jacque told him.
“How about I just tell you I love you?” Fane asked her.
Jacque smiled. “I love you, wolfman.”
The last thing Jacque heard was Fane’s deep chuckle. She could feel him pull away from her thoughts, and she felt bereft. Jacque took a deep breath, started going through her jeans, and picked out a low-rise pair of cargo pants.
She walked back through her room, past Sally and Jen, out her door, and to the bathroom to dress and throw her hair up in a ponytail. Jacque realized once her hair was up that the marks on her neck came up above the collar of her shirt.
“Hells bells.” She huffed and pulled her hair back down. She pulled the front out of her face and secured it back with bobby pins.
