8
BOYD
Fuck. I couldn’t have screwed things up any worse.
No, that wasn’t true. I kept Audrey from getting a look at my wound, and I made her come. That had to mean something.
Why, then, did I feel this nagging heaviness about the way things went down? Why was my wolf moping, nudging me to go after her?
I had no idea how long I stood there, but it was enough time for Rob to stalk up from the corral without me noticing.
“You gonna tell me what all this is about?” he rumbled. I was in trouble if I could let a two-hundred plus pound shifter sneak up on me.
I glared at the dust that had kicked up behind Audrey’s car at the end of our long dirt drive.
“Boyd?” he prompted. “What the f**k happened?”
I pulled my gloves out of my pocket and put them on, turning to stalk back to the barn. M
