“I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be asking you that.” She touched my chest, and calmness spread through me. “He was a difficult man to get to know.”
“He had his scars as well as his burdens. I didn’t make life any easier for him. I’m pretty sure that he would have tried to reject me outright if I didn’t have the resources I did to help this pack. He had no problems telling me he didn’t like me.”
“But you’re so open and warm and cuddly?” she teased, and my heart skipped a beat. When had we gotten to this point, where I could touch her and not feel the guilt or the anger? Where she could tease me without immediately looking fearful or worried?
“We were different, but we both wanted to help this pack. He didn’t even care that our reasons weren’t the same. I do wish he’d hung on just a litt
