#Chapter 13 I want mommy to be happy

Jane

This isn’t happening. Riley is grinning up at me and waving a magazine with Ethan’s handsome face plastered across the cover, and all I can do is stare down at her in horror.

“Ma’am,” The coffee vendor prods my elbow, trying to catch my attention, “Ma’am, your latte?”

Closing my gaping mouth, I blindly extend my hand towards the man, and he presses the warm cardboard cup into my palm. I can’t explain it, but tears are burning in my eyes. We should have never come here. This is all too much. My wolf is whining in my head, as if the mere sight of my former mate is too much to bear.

When I saw him in the restaurant I’d been so focused on retrieving Riley and getting out of there unseen that I didn’t let myself truly process seeing Ethan again after so long. It’s almost like my body went into survival mode. Now that I’m staring at his picture, held aloft in my daughter’s tiny hands, it’s all coming back to me. He’d looked every bit as handsome and dashing as I remember, and the wo