I nearly tripped. “You what?”
He chuckled softly. “You get this look. All serious and focused, like you’re solving the world’s problems in your head.”
Rebecca laughed. “That’s just her face. She does that when she’s hungry too.”
I glared at her. “Do you ever not talk?”
“Nope.”
Riggs’s lips twitched. “It’s a good look,” he said, and my heart betrayed me by skipping a beat. “Means you think before you act. I like that.”
My mouth opened. Nothing came out.
Rebecca smirked. “See, Rachele? Overthinking finally got you a compliment.”
“I don’t overthink,” I lied.
Riggs raised a brow. “Really? Because I could hear you spiraling after I said ‘oh.’”
My jaw dropped. “You—what—how—”
He chuckled again, that low, rich sound that curled right into my chest. “The mate bond, sweetheart. It doesn’
