Jasmine

I DRIVE out of the woods with my heart on the floor mat. Letting Tom walk off into the sunrise nearly killed me. I wanted to run after him, offer to drive him someplace, give him a warm meal. But I know he needs none of those things. If there’s any guy who can survive on his wits alone, it’s Tom Dune.

It’s probably stupid that I’m clinging to hope he’ll find some solution to his wolf problem and show back up in my life. Even without the wolf thing, the idea would be ludicrous. It’s not who he is. He’s a work-alone spy. A deadly government weapon.

He was never going to move in with me and start up a sweet little relationship. He was never going to stick around.

And I knew that from the get-go.

So, why then do I feel like I just jumped off a cliff and am lying flat on the desert floor below?

I grab a burner phone and call Bryce.

“Jasmine!” she cries. “Please tell me we can leave this godforsake