“Wow, Greek God, you look like you're posing for a painting,” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Couldn’t find a pants tree anywhere so it’ll do." He takes a seat on the grass.
“When are you coming home?” I ask, and he gives me a noncommittal shrug.
“Not sure, I have been staying in town at Jasmine’s.”
“You and Jasmine huh?” I tease, and he shrugs.
“Well, I can’t have who I want, so why not? We only fool around, nothing more,” he sighs.
“Your mate? I am sorry about that, you shouldn’t have had to kill her.” I still feel guilty about that.
“Yes, I did. You’re more important, besides I didn’t even know her,” he waves me off with one hand.
“Yeah, but she was your mate."
He shrugs seemingly unaffected before he changes the subject. “So what’s been happening with you?” He asks.
“Nothing jus
