Chapter 6
I smelled Trey before I heard him. That sharp scent of wolf that was uniquely his with just a hint of citrus I now knew came from his soap. I was lying on my back, arm over my eyes, but I knew he was standing in the doorway because of his strong scent. Part of me felt like I should say something, but I couldn’t get my mouth to work.
“Sounds like you had an interesting morning.” Trey’s voice washed over me, a rumble of warmth. There was no doubt what he was talking about. I wanted to keep hiding but that was just rude. With a heavy sigh, I moved my arm and sat up, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, then made an effort to make my voice stronger. “I didn’t mean it, but I’m still so very sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. It happens.” He sounded like he meant it,
