pocket.
Guilt claimed her. If she had any sewing supplies, she would have offered to do it for him. “Do you know how to sew them back on?” she asked.
“Got it covered.” He cupped her shoulders, leaned over, and kissed her lightly. “See you at work tomorrow.”
“Thank you for delivering my purse.”
“Sure thing.” And then he was gone—without any argument or pleading with her to let him into her life.
Selena expected relief to rush through her, but only emptiness resided. Damn. Nothing about this mating stuff was what she’d anticipated. Adrenaline and hormones were still swirling inside her, meaning that rational thought was close to impossible. Right now, it would be best to take a shower and hit the hay, but given her state of arousal, she doubted she’d sleep, and dwelling on what just happened would only lead to trouble.
* * *
No surprise, Selena only managed about three hours of shuteye. As a result, she was tired and testy the next day, which wasn’t a good combination. While her shift didn’t begin until three, she headed into work early in order to arrive before Jackson. Delving into the case without him being near would hopefully keep her mind off what happened last night.
She’d gone over the events a hundred times and didn’t like how she’d totally caved the moment he stepped into her house. Selena didn’t want to feel anything for the man, yet she did—or at least the animal part of her did. Having a man in her life would complicate things. Experience had taught her that much.
Stop obsessing and work! The man wasn’t even there and had managed to mess with her head.
Selena inhaled. Being lead on this case meant she needed to decide the direction of the search. While she wasn’t one to typecast, in the past, the cheetah clan had spawned many of the town’s juvenile delinquents. A few she recalled drove scooters. When Jackson clocked in, she’d take him to speak with the potential candidates. While the young men would deny all knowledge of the crime, it was good to put the fear of arrest into their hearts. Besides, the threat of juvenile detention or prison might loosen a few lips.
If something didn’t pan out, a few of the good kids she’d connected with might be willing to tell her what she needed to know.
“Selena?”
Hearing her name jarred her out of her reverie. She looked up and forced a smile, not in the mood to chitchat. “Hey, Danielle.”
Danielle was the office dispatcher who worked the night shift, too. She was a wolf shifter who’d met her mate more than ten years ago, had instantly fallen in love, and now had three beautiful children.
Her coworker pulled up a chair and faced her. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
She couldn’t possibly know. They might be friends, but Selena hadn’t told anyone about Jackson and her being mates. She painted on a confused look. “Why would you think anything’s wrong?”
The dispatcher smiled. “Oh, I don’t know. You look like you haven’t slept much in days, you’ve been irritable ever since Jackson Kenner came to work here, and now you two are partners.” She leaned closer. “Heard from a little birdie that you were with him last night. What gives?”
Selena was about to say they went to the Cove Bar to blow off steam, but she needed some advice. “Okay. I’ll tell you, but you can’t say anything to anyone about this.”
If their boss found out, her chances for advancement would slip to zero.
“My lips are sealed.”
Selena told her almost everything, leaving out most of the details about the sex. “As soon as he came into my house, I was totally powerless to stop him—or myself—from making love.”
Danielle held out her palms. “That’s because you’re mates.”
She was afraid she’d say that. “So what am I supposed to do? I can’t live like this.” The purpose of agreeing to sex had been to purge him from her erotic memory, and that turned out to be a major