Chapter Thirteen

I love you.

Those three words echoed in Kylie’s mind for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, was a mere moment.

The area behind the old diner and shifter run gas station was dusty and littered with debris and old boxes. She watched as some males, men of the Maverick Pride removed the offending items. Making the brutal pit they were creating cleaner, she supposed.

As if a dang milk crate mattered to two dueling Shifters! She sucked in a sharp breath, nearly passing out as she realized she had forgotten about the whole needing oxygen thing for a minute.

I love you.

He’d told her he loved her. Not for the first time, but it was the first time she had really heard him. At first, declarations of love seemed so easily mistaken for post-orgasmic euphoria. But this was not the time or place for that.