CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

I run up the stairs to the master bedroom where Nash and I live. The pack house is mostly silent, with everyone still sleeping.

Nash is just waking up, rubbing his eyes. He looks surprised to see me in the doorway.

“Hey, babe,” he says. “What are you doing up so early?”

“I went for a walk on the beach,” I say, which isn’t exactly a lie, “and I ran into this girl, Regan. She said she was your ex girlfriend - your ex mate.”

Nash winces. “Sorry you had to deal with her,” he says.

“Actually, she told me some interesting things,” I say, crossing my arms. I can feel anger rising in me at just the possibility that Nash might have lied to me. “She seemed like she was trying to warn me against you.”

“What did she say?” Nash looks worried.

“For one thing, she said that you cheated on her. Like, a lot.”

“I didn’t, Sarah, you have to believe me!”

“She seemed pretty convinced,” I say. “And we never really did talk about our pasts with each other.”

“Sarah, you can’t po