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as she turned. With no time to react she felt the impact of the hose strike her in the chest and then her body flew through the air.
    For a moment she didn’t hurt, even though she knew the impact of the hose on her chest had to have hurt. She was weightless for a fraction of a second before she came slamming down to the earth, her head cracking back against the hard dirt of the lot.
    There was a buzzing in her ears. Her head hurt, her chest hurt and she felt hands roaming over her body. They went up and down her legs and arms, over her ribs and circled her head.
    Those hands came into contact with what she could only assume was a watermelon size lump and she moaned. The moan hurt too.
    “Sophie, honey, open your eyes for me, please.”
    She heard this from a deep voice that made her shiver. She knew that voice, she just couldn’t remember where she had heard it before. Where was she? Home?
    No, it smelled liked trees. Right, she was in Washington, she was a cook. Then why was someone trying to wake her up? Was she late?
    “Honey, open those eyes for me, we’ve got help coming, but they’re pretty far out. You need to wake up and show me you’re okay,”
    Sophie liked that voice. It was warm and sweet and made her think of spiced milk with honey.
    Rough hands cupped her cheeks, she could feel thumbs brushing over her cheekbones.
    “Open your eyes for me, honey,” the sweet voice pleaded quietly.
    He sounded concerned, worried even. Sophie tried to open her eyes, they fluttered a few times, but the bright sun hurt. She moaned again cringing away from the painful light.
    “Show me you’re awake and okay, we’ve got the ambulance on its way but they want to know if you’ve woken up. Let’s give them some good news, open your eyes, Sophie,” the voice ordered. The sound was grumbly and gruff, Sophie tried again to open her eyes. She blinked a few times, squinting to adjust to the aching glare. A shadow moved into the path of the light and gave her a moment to adjust.
    Looking up to see who was cupping her face and who talked in such a sweet voice, her eyes locked onto a pair of ice blue eyes, that widened dramatically back at her. It must be Cage, and he was staring at her with so many emotions flicking across his face, Sophie couldn’t keep up.
    The ice blue eyes roamed her face in an almost frantic manner. She felt the hands cupping her face tighten slightly. He leaned down and took a long sniff near her neck. Okay, that was weird. He pulled back and still stared at her with a look of wonder and utter possessiveness.
    “Mine,” he growled down at her.

Chapter 9
    His mate, lying in the dirt, hurt and barely conscious, this was his mate. His body knew it, his mind knew it and more importantly, his bear knew it. His bear was chuffing to get out and rub his fur on her, to lick her skin and mark her with his scent. Luckily, Cage had enough control over his animal to make sure he stayed back no matter how much growling he put up.
    She was beautiful, more beautiful that he could have ever wished for. Her hair was the color of mahogany, with bright blue eyes that were blinking up at him under dark sooty lashes. When he checked for injuries, he felt what he liked, she was all flesh and curves.
    He wanted to scream to the heavens that he’d finally found his mate! He’d waited years, decades actually, to find her. And she was human. Something he hadn’t even considered until now. He just assumed he’d find a bear mate. But lucky for him the fates always knew best.
    The last time he’d dated was twenty years ago. Shifters aged slower, so he knew he had time before he was too old to start a family. And dating was always depressing, hoping for that spark that would mean he’d found The One. No matter how many times his father told him he would know without a doubt the moment it happened, he’d kept searching like it would be a quiet whisper he could miss.
    His father was right, it was a thunderbolt from the heavens.