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Oliver comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as I let the water spray into my face. “More?” I ask.
“You’re going to be gone for so long,” he says softly before he bites into my shoulder blade gently, sending chills up my spine.
“It’s only a few days. Travel was always part of the job. You knew that when we met,” I remind my mate.
I turn around to face him, but he keeps his arms around me. “I know. But then you didn’t travel much. Seth barely leaves. The kids haven’t gone once, and he usually leaves you with them.”
When I was young, part of the appeal of this job was the travel. It’s not widely known, but I grew up rogue. I was fourteen when my mother was finally allowed to join a pack. Looking back as an adult, I don’t think they wanted us in the pack.
