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the trees on the fabric. When he’d asked her to choose a sheet set the day before, she’d taken a chance and picked something close to her heart. She’d been impressed when he’d smiled and indulged her, but now she knew the whole thing had been an act.
    She found the scraps of lace that had once been her panties and bra, and her eyes filled with tears. Not at the loss of money she’d paid for the ruined set, but for the way he’d made her feel gorgeous and unflawed when he’d torn the material and ripped it off her body.
    She stuffed the ragged lace into her purse and pulled on her capris and shirt. When she looked in the mirror, she swore, thankful for her ability to shift into a bear. She had no brush, no toothbrush and without a bra, her breasts filled the shirt awkwardly, making her look like last night’s leftovers. If anyone saw her, they’d know she’d spent the night being thoroughly fucked. Literally.
    A tear escaped the watery pools in her eyes, and rolled down her cheek. She wiped the water away with the back of her hand and her cheeks heated. After their first time together, Finn had woken her several times during the night and she’d adored the attention. She’d been uninhibited, and allowed him to take her in positions she’d never dared tried before.
    At least now you can say you’ve done them.
    That part was true. She wouldn’t die a wild sex virgin.
    She turned on the cold water, splashed her face and rinsed out her mouth. She needed to get home, take a shower move on with her life.
    She’d known from the beginning that no one ever stayed in Liberty.
    The door to the apartment opened at the same time she stepped out of the bathroom, and Finn walked in and sucked all of the air out of the tiny living space. He held the folded top of a paper bag from her favorite donut place in one hand, and a tray with two coffees in the other.
    “Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice firm.
    “I…,” she trailed off as she stared at him.
    Had she really judged him too harshly, or had he made a mistake and forgot something, forcing him to come back. He didn’t wait for her response.
    “You thought I left.”
    It wasn’t a question and she didn’t answer him, confirming his assessment. He sighed, obviously disappointed in her reaction, but he didn’t say more.
    “I went out for coffee and donuts,” he said, walking to the small kitchenette. “I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note.”
    “I… That’s okay,” she said carefully, joining him next to the sink. “Coffee sounds wonderful.”
    They stood in silence as she added cream and sugar to her cup while he ate three donuts and gulped down his black brew. She grabbed a donut, took a bite and then sipped her coffee. The flavors swirled in her mouth, and she smiled at the familiar taste.
    “If I take a shower, will you still be here when I get out?” he asked. “I’d like to talk and feed you more than donuts, if that’s okay?”
    She nodded and he disappeared into the bathroom. The fact that she’d disappointed him ate away at her, and she looked for any excuse not to be the only one at fault. He’d been right about a leaving a note. If he’d left one, she would have known he would return.
    It was a weak and shallow excuse for her behavior, but her pride was on the line and she built on it anyway. She might have not trusted him, but how could she? He’d sworn she was his mate several times, and even professed his love the night before, yet he hadn’t marked her.
    She might be his mate, but he wasn’t thoroughly happy with his bear’s choice or she would be claimed. Instead, they had a ton of great sex and now he wanted to talk . Even if he didn’t want to leave town right away, he was done with her.
    He didn’t have to take her to lunch to dump her. In fact, she’d rather he told her now, that way she could do the walk of shame into her apartment, shower and never think about him again.
    Until she went to work.
    Shit!
    If he didn’t