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a sympathetic smile. “Well, get used to it, ‘cause having a mate will change your entire life whether you want that or not.”
    Easton knew that, had known that from the moment he saw his female.
    He nodded at Jason once more, and watched as the other male stood and left the office. Easton would probably do a lot that that would piss his mate off, but he wasn’t going to let her run. If she needed space, fine, but he wasn’t walking away.
    He picked up his office phone and called the one male he knew could help him with what he needed. It only rang twice.
    “Maverick here,” the lion shifter, who used to be a hit man for one of the biggest shifter mafia families in the country, said in his deep, serrated voice.
    Maverick was the best of the best when it came to finding out information, and with the help of Declan, a former Shifter Intelligence League bear shifter, the two were able to find out just about anything, even if it wasn’t legal.
    “I need to find out where my mate is,” was all Easton said, but that’s all he’d need to say. He might have been able to find her on his own because Sweet Water was a smaller town, but he still wanted to have some information on her so he wasn’t a dog sniffing out a bone, so to speak. Easton wanted to find her now, and the fastest way to do that was to contact Maverick.

Chapter Six
     
    A few days later
     
    Jessie packed up the last box of Brenna’s things, the items that would be getting donated to a battered women and children’s shelter. Although Jessie didn’t want to give up anything that had been Brenna’s, her late aunt had made a will and had specified she wanted certain things donate to people who didn’t have anything. Old toys that she’d kept when Jessie had been younger were going to a children’s home. Women’s clothing, books, even some kitchen items were going to a battered women’s shelter, and a few other things were getting donated to a general shelter that helped families that were having a hard time getting back on their feet.
    She carried the box to the front door and set it on another box. They were all getting picked up today and transported to their future homes.
    Jessie wiped away the sweat that had formed on her forehead from going into the attic and collecting everything. But she didn’t care that she was filthy, sweaty, and that she probably looked a wreck. This kept her mind off her sadness, and she’d even felt closer to Brenna after going through her things and making sure her last wishes were carried out.
    Going into the kitchen for a glass of water, Jessie stared out the window at the front yard. She was transfixed as a robin pecked at the ground for its meal, but that focus was pulled by the sound of someone pulling into her driveway. The big truck that came to a stop was dark with tinted windows. Although she couldn’t see who the driver was, she had a very good feeling she knew who it was. There was a tightening in the back of her neck. Her pulse started racing, and her cat rose up.
    She watched as he climbed out of the truck, his dark boots hitting the ground, his muscular legs coming into view. She’d be outright lying if she said she hadn’t thought about him constantly since that time in the woods. She’d be a fool if she didn’t admit, if only to herself, that she couldn’t stop visualizing his naked body and all that power he exuded.
    He shut the door and looked at the house, but as he swept his gaze over the outside of it, stopping on the kitchen window, she darted to the side and away from his view. She was nervous, didn’t know if she should act like she wasn’t here, because honestly she had no clue how to proceed with this.
    Jessie hadn’t been lying or playing hard to get when she said she wasn’t mentally ready for a mate, that she had too much shit going on with her life. She’d barely gotten Brenna’s ashes back, the cremation in Brenna’s will, and wasn’t even finished going through all of her