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kissing her. The problem was that now I knew I had to deal with it.
    “You shouldn’t,” I insisted sternly, trying to stay in control of this situation when I felt it slipping away from me.
    “I shouldn’t want you for my mate either, but I do.”
    The shock of his somber confession left me light-headed. Yes, we’d stared at each other from time to time, but he’d never truly indicated that he saw me as anything other than part of the pack. I felt as though the ground was shifting beneath me.
    “What about the girl whose name is tattooed on your shoulder?” The Celtic symbol is always intricate and unreadable, decipherable only by the male until he shares it with the female.
    “God, Lindsey, you have to know by now….”
    I felt as though all the air had been sucked right out of me. “It’s my name? Why would you do that? You knew Connor and I…that we were…why would you choose me?”
    “Because you’re the one I want.”
    His voice held such surety—no doubts whatsoever. How could he be so convinced?
    “You don’t…you can’t mean it. Come on, Rafe, you know I’m with Connor.”
    “Why? Because you’ve always been with him? What if he’s not the right one? What if he’s not your true mate?”
    It made me angry to hear him voice the doubts I’d been having lately. “That’s not fair, Rafe. Why tell me this now? Why not last year before Connor declared me as his mate?”
    “Because I didn’t know last year that I would feel this way. The first time I saw you after I came back from college I felt as though a tree had fallen on me. I’ve tried to fight this…attraction. You have to believe that. But it’s just growing stronger.”
    I was unsettled. I couldn’t think. I didn’t know what to say.
    Into the silence, he asked, “Do you ever think about kissing me?”
    The dream roared into my head. Obviously my subconscious had given some thought to kissing him, but I wasn’t about to admit that.
    “I’m with Connor,” I repeated sternly. I had been with him since I turned sixteen. He was like the old robe that you wore even after it got all frayed and ratty, because it had molded itself through the years until it was perfect for you.
    “That’s not an answer,” Rafe insisted.
    “It wouldn’t be fair to Connor.” That was as close as I was going to come to admitting that, at the moment, I wanted nothing as much as I wanted to kiss Rafe.
    He sighed deeply. “Why couldn’t Connor be a jerk? It’d make things a lot easier. I could just challenge him—”
    “Don’t you dare!” Suddenly I was almost shouting, about to go into panic mode. We were human, but we were also beast, and in our world a challenge wasn’t made lightly. A challenge was a fight to the death.
    “So you do care about him,” he said as though he was surprised by the revelation.
    “Of course I care about him.”
    “But do you love him?”
    I knew I was supposed to respond with a resounding yes , but my doubts surfaced once again. I did love Connor, but was my love for him deep enough?
    I peered over at Rafe, who was staring up at the sky as though he’d find my answer there. The little bit of crescent moon and starlight limned his profile, revealing the strong jut of his chin, the sharp blade of his nose. His silhouette was powerful, as powerful as he was. He’d always seemed older, stronger than the others. Maybe because he’d worked in his dad’s auto shop when he wasn’t a sherpa. Late at night, he still did so. I often saw the light on in that old shed when I drove by. Sometimes I thought about stopping, but just like now, I knew it would be a bad idea. So why had I agreed to go on this ride with him? To quell my adventuresome spirit? For a last chance to do something I wasn’t supposed to do?
    Our kind work in the outside world just like humans do. My dad is a lawyer; so is Connor’s. They share a very successful practice. I’ve never gone without; I’ve always had anything I wanted. Rafe, on the