"Hmmm..." She sighed, digesting his words.
"Just give her a shot whenever you meet her next." Tristan suggested. "And, oh. She might know we're mates." He added, tentatively.
That pulled her out of her thoughts. She stared at him with eyes widened in alarm. "How?! You promised!" She whisper-screamed with gritted teeth.
"Yes. And I didn't break it, I swear." He said lifting his pinky, his face filled with worry.
Bethany's angry gaze moved to his lifted pinky, before moving back to his face, her angry gaze mixed with one of confusion now.
Why a grown ass man had his pinky finger lifted in the air as he swore confused her like hell.
"So why and how did she know?" She asked, deciding to ignore the fact that her 6'7, intimidating, broody mate had his little finger up in the air, even though she silently found it cute.
