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diary entries?”
    “What? That’s ridiculous,” Emma replied. “Our diary entries have nothing to do with why we’re . . . spending a little time apart. Though, to be honest, I think it’s very healthy for us to spend some time apart. It’s not good to be that attached at the hip, even if we are mates.”
    “Perhaps that’s true,” Bennett agreed. “However, I can’t help but shake the feeling that there’s some trouble in paradise.”
    “I hate how you act like you know everything about us sometimes, Ben. You may think you know it all, but you really don’t.” Emma shook her head, frustrated.
    The ghost nodded. “I agree. I do give the two of you your fair share of privacy. However, I have caught you guys in very compromising positions. Even you must agree with that, Miss Emma. Or do you prefer that I call you Mrs. Jackson from now on? It’s hard to shake old habits.”
    She didn’t anything in response. All she could think to do was glare at him, as the memory of Bennett spying on her and Colby for the very first time flooded her thoughts. . .
     
    *
     
    Emma had all the lights in her room turned on as she paced back and forth, making sure she wouldn’t fall asleep. She’d decided that she was going to stop sleeping—during the night, at least—because she still hadn’t gotten used to changing into a werewolf in the middle of the night when she was supposed to be catching up on her beauty sleep. It had been a while since she’d become a werewolf, but she still hadn’t gotten a handle on it.
    To be honest, she hadn’t gotten a handle on a lot of things that had changed in her life since she’d become a werewolf. She hated not being able to throw parties on a whim like she could at her mom’s house and no longer having access to her mother’s credit cards. She also couldn’t stand sharing a bathroom with a houseful of guys. Umm . . . eww.
    The sleepwalking thing was definitely the worst, though. It was bad enough that she didn’t get to sleep in her old comfortable queen-sized bed back home, but she didn’t even get to spend most of the night in the double bed she had here.
    And what was even worse —not to mention strange—was that she always ended up waking up right outside Colby’s window. Not only did that mean that he could totally catch her lying completely naked on the ground outside his room, it was also making her begin to wonder how much she really liked him.
    Ever since Emma had become Colby’s mate, she’d started to notice him so much more. The same guy who had only ever been completely dorky and elfish to her had suddenly started to look just like Penn Badgley if he had blonde hair (and Penn Badgley was just the cutest actor e ver ). Colby suddenly smelled really good, too—even better than the sporty colognes most of the guys she’d dated had worn, a scent which she had never been able to get enough of. There was also the fact that, even though she would never admit it to anyone , she often found herself laughing at the jokes he made or the things he thought mentally, which she normally would have thought were nerdy and immature. And when he bought her that beautiful sapphire ring? It really was the nicest gift any guy had ever given her.
    It was clear that she was completely falling for him, whether she wanted to admit it or not. And maybe it was about time she did admit it, because let’s face it: coming clean about her feelings for her mate would mean that she wouldn’t have to work so hard to try to block him from hearing her thoughts. And her thoughts ran wild so much sometimes that it was almost impossible not to think about him.
    Emma climbed out of bed and crept out of her bedroom. She tiptoed down the hallway, hoping that the sound of her footsteps wouldn’t alert any of the members of her pack who weren’t sleeping. What would anyone have thought if they saw her creeping to Colby’s bedroom in the middle of the night? They would have made fun of her about