Chapter 582

• Tripp reached over and pulled the curtain aside for the tenth time watching for her to come back. His cat wasn’t happy their mate was out there alone. Both wanted to go for a run, but he wanted to wait and face what he already knew was coming. Rubbing his hand over his face, he got up. Marking a female without consent was all kinds of wrong, to begin with—doing it to Amari Hughes, every fiber of his being told him that was going to be all kinds of bad.
• He went into the bathroom and flicked the light on and stood and looked in the mirror. He should shave some of this scruff off his face. Turning his head, he lifted his hair up and looked at it. He should shave the sides of his head again. Of course, neither was going to happen until he got back to his SUV where all his gear was.
• Thinking about that brought him back to the care package Amari’s teammate had sent her. Gummy bears. That was stopping. Now. If she required a fix of gummy bears, he’d be getting them from now on and not some other male. His cat stilled inside him. Tripp froze in reaction, then he heard the door to the room open. She was back.