I’m up early, still sore from what happened. I suspect I will be sore for another day, at least. I jump in the shower, going over my visit with the Moon Goddess as I soap up. It’s hard to wrap my head around what she told me: Imogene is not Paul’s fated mate, but I am.
Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be fated to such a man. I knew this thing between Paul and me would be temporary, and if it did last, it would be because he chose me. I never thought the Moon Goddess would actually pair us together.
As selfish as it sounds, I want that; I want what the Moon Goddess has blessed me with. I let my fated mate go so long ago because I’d already created a life with my chosen mate. I never considered a second chance mate, and now I have one that is from a dream.
Paul is smart
