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recliner.
    The
entire drive home his brain refused to work. It was clouded with the past,
mixing with the present. His commitment issues running
roughshod over everything. Now that he was away from the situation, his
head was finally clearing.
    Damn
Sam from visiting unexpectedly and ruining everything.
    He
slammed the bottle on the coffee table. Spilling the amber liquid and not
caring.
    Shit.
It wasn’t his friend’s fault. Jett just wasn’t ready to take the blame.
    He
scrubbed his hands over his face rubbing away ill thoughts of his friend. It
was too late at night to think straight or rationally. Another thing he could
lay at his own feet.
    The
impulse to go to Corrine’s had been too strong. It wasn’t until he parked in
front of her drive that he caught the time, a little after midnight. It took
five minutes to walk up the drive. And he spent another five minutes standing
in front of her door.
    It
wasn’t until he saw her tiger sauntering into the woods that he even knew she
was home. Running around the back of the house he stripped and shifted.
Following a good ways back, he watched as she swam and dove in the water until
exhausted. Entranced by her grace and beauty, he wanted to join her so badly he
ached. When she finally pulled herself out, his restraint snapped.
    The
jasmine musk he’d become familiar with lifted off her body luring him in. He
couldn’t stay away a minute longer. The rest of what followed was inevitable—until
he’d messed it all up.
    Jett
released a pent up breath before inhaling deeply. Jasmine rose through his
nostrils triggering a visceral reaction. His heart sped up, breathing shortened
and cock twitched in his pants. His body instantly recognized the scent of its
mate even if his mind hadn’t accepted it.
    “Fuck,”
he roared, jumping up from the recliner. He bumped into the coffee table
knocking over the forgotten beer. The liquid spilled over the custom built
table onto the hardwood floor.
    Stomping
off to the kitchen he grabbed some paper towels. This was the perfect ending to
the night. Cleaning up beer stains, alone. This never would have happened if he
left well enough alone and stayed away. Which is what he should do now that
he’d bungled things.
    The
errant thought was ridiculous. He would never be able to stay away from her
now. Not after having such a small potent taste. He had no idea how to overcome
his fear of commitment at this point. As much as he wanted to lie to himself
and say it wasn’t true, getting involved with a shifter meant more than just
hooking up.
    Dealing
with the mess that was Macy, though, made him never want to get serious with
anyone again. He couldn’t believe how stupid he had been.
    Tossing
the paper towels in the kitchen trash Jett shuddered thinking about the failed
relationship.
    For
two years he watched his back waiting for Macy to show up. She never did
though. No calls or slips of paper. No confrontations or bitter messages. It
appeared she had moved past it all.
    He
couldn’t though. He refused to even look at another shifter. Instead, opting to
ignore his tiger’s wants and needs completely. Based on his recent activity,
the tiger-side was tired of it, especially after tonight’s romp.
    Corrine
flashed before his eyes. Sweetly curved and seductive, she beckoned him.
Heating his blood, raising his cock with just a thought. The air conditioner in
his condo kicked on, pushing the jasmine scent around some more. It had all but
gone away while he was lost in his head.
    His
brain shifted into overdrive. Could Corrine really be the future? She was
definitely the one his tiger-side was looking for. And she was becoming the one
his human-side was starting to need too, even after such a short encounter. He
would never call it love at first site. Intrigue and lust though were a
different story.
    If
only he could have unglued his tongue in time tonight. Told her it didn’t
matter about Sam. That she was wrong and he wasn’t just out for a