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“Wait, wait, wait,” Becky said, and my wolf nearly howled in disappointment.
The need to satisfy her—to make her feel good after everything that went down today,everything that was my f*****g fault—was crippling.
“I need a shower first, cowboy. I have to wash this day off me.”
Relief filled me, and I smiled. My d**k… and my wolf were happy, too.
“I’ll help,” I offered, picking her up from the bed and carrying her, this time to the bathroom. The cabin had been my grandparents, and they’d given it to me. Rand had inherited a place of his own from our other set of grandparents. We’d said we’d move in when we found our mates. I came to mine on occasion when I wanted to be alone. Living in the bunkhouse was fine most days, but a guy needed room to roam alone sometimes. That was w
