Henry
Tyrus has been whining in my head since the moment Piper drove away on Sunday. He is as desperate to see our mate as I am. When I was a younger man, I might had tried to wait until the weekend to see Piper, but I’m old enough that I don’t care if she finds me needy or desperate. I am, for her. I don’t have a lot of experience in relationships, but I’ve been around the Hill women long enough to know they appreciate a man who is honest with them. So, that’s what I’m going to do.
I decided that I would arrive before five o’clock so I could catch her before she went to dinner. Worst case scenario, she refuses to go with me. If she does, I’ll suck it up and come home, but I’ll at least have gotten a chance to see her.
When I arrive, I find a spot near the front door. Her scent lingers
