changed and I’ll never bother you again,” he pleaded.
Sara sighed, resigned.
“Let’s sit down, Maisy’s is just across the street,” Everett blurted out before Sara had a chance to change her mind and stomp away.
They walked to the diner in silence and sat down at a booth near the exit. Sara was probably already planning to storm out. She sat stiffly opposite Everett, her arms still crossed.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a shifter?” Sara suddenly burst out.
Everett’s eyes widened.
“Does it matter to you that I’m a shifter?” he countered.
Sara grew quiet.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Then why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you. And how did you find out I was a shifter anyway?” Everett said, confused and growing impatient.
“Several people in this town have now warned me about you. I think that speaks pretty loudly about your character. I know you give girls the soul mate talk to get them into bed, before you move on to the next one,” Sara said, glancing up at him with fire in her eyes.
“What?” Everett roared, louder than he meant to. A couple of heads turned, but he paid them no heed.
“I’ll admit, I haven’t exactly been living in celibacy, waiting for you to come along, but I have never told anyone they were my soul mate!” Everett explained, trying to keep his voice down, though he was gripping the edge of the table so hard he thought he might just snap a piece out of it if he squeezed any harder.
“Oh, please, I know all about Janet,” Sara said, rolling her eyes.
“Who the hell is Janet? I don’t even know anyone by that name. Has Keith been talking to you? You shouldn’t trust a word that comes out of that slimy –”
Sara cut her off.
“If it was just Keith, I’d be inclined to believe you. But a little old married couple concerned about their daughter? Why on earth would they lie to me?” Sara demanded.
“What were their names?” Everett asked.
“Olivia and… John, I think. You must know this already,” Sara burst out, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.
“I don’t know any…” he started, frowning.
Something fired in Everett’s brain.
“What did they look like, the old couple?” he asked with urgency.
“I don’t know…” Sara started, her cheeks lit with an aggravated flush. “The woman had light brown curly hair with some gray in it, she was short… The man was tall, blue eyes, stern face…” Sara trailed off.
Everett fished his phone out of his pocket. He tapped the search and browsed the gallery that popped up.
“Here, is that them?” he said, shoving the screen into Sara’s face.
Sara frowned, grabbing the phone to get a closer look.
“What the hell…” she mumbled before turning her shocked gaze back to Everett.
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Sara
S ara stared at the picture in front of her. It was definitely the same couple that had spoken to her earlier.
‘Robert and Julia Clearpond celebrate 30 years of marriage, surrounded by their three children’ the caption read. All their children were definitely male. Not a Janet in sight.
They even lied about their names! Sara thought with indignation.
“Wait a minute, Clearpond? They’re related to Keith? I got the feeling he was into me, but this is a bit too much, don’t you think?” Sara said, finally lifting her eyes from the picture to look at Everett, who was clearly fuming.
“This isn’t just about you,” Everett bit out.
“Then what is it about? What in God’s name is going on around here?” Sara demanded. She was confused, angry, and tired of being toyed with.
Turns out Sweetwater is anything but sweet.
“They told you I’m a shifter. That much is true. I’m part of the Grimpaw werebear clan and we’ve been living here in Sweetwater for generations. The only other shifters in the area are the Clearpond wolves. We’ve never gotten along,” Everett explained, splaying his hands on the table.
Sara signaled the waitress for two cups of