Chapter Twenty Four - Mate
William
I was deeply absorbed in my own thoughts as I approached the office. I could hear the conversation about the poisoned arrow, and my mind kept turning to Michael over and over. I guess that explains why I didn’t notice the smell at first. In fact I had opened my mouth to deliver my grim news, before it fully hit me. It was like cinnamon... if s*x could smell like cinnamon. It didn’t just smell good, it was sensual, arousing, stimulating. My eyes immediately sought out the source of the scent.
And there he was.
Sasquatch.
He had rusty colored hair that looked like he had styled it with a weedwhacker, and a big bushy beard. He was looking at me with deep brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate, with an expression somewhere between awe and h
