Chapter 18

“Zara?” I call out. A sense of panic settles in my gut. She couldn’t have left. I was at the front door. She would have had to walk past Mom and me. “Where are you?”

“I’m here,” I hear her voice from behind the counter. 

I walk around and see her on her hands and knees, wiping the floor with a rag. The t-shirt barely covers her ass, making me stop short again. I run my hand over my face and bite my finger, not able to look away. I’m not interested in her as a mate, but a pretty girl, wearing only a t-shirt, on all fours on my kitchen floor? Goddess, have mercy.

I need to control myself. I try to find something else in the room to look at, but nothing else seems to exist at the moment. 

“Control yourself? Are you crazy?! Mate with her!” Rocky exclaims, “She’s on her hands and knees, Keller. She wants to do it!”

“That doesn’t mean she wants to have sex, Rocky,” I correct him sternly, trying to make myself look aw