just want to talk with you."
"Stop
doing that. You're right in front of me. There is no reason to get inside my
head and hear my thoughts." She sat in a chair across the room from him. "I
don't want you to do that. Can I do something to keep you out of my head?"
"We
are life mates, Aningan. From now on, we will be with each other no matter
where we are. You have only to reach out to me, and I'll be with you. My lynx
has claimed you. It's the way of the Lynx." He nodded and waited. "I
see you don't believe me, but you will learn. I know this is all new to you."
His tongue slipped out to wet his full lips. "Can I ask how long you have
been transforming?"
"How
do you know that?" She rubbed her temple. "No one knows that I do
that."
She
tried not to grimace, but this part of her life only caused her great shame and
embarrassment. She wanted to stop transforming, not learn about it.
"I
know you have no control over when you shift, and it scares you. You have no
more need to worry about that. As your mate, I'm able to control it for you and
teach you how to use your lynx."
She
jumped up from the chair. "Stop it!"
She
rubbed the back of her neck. Warmth from his hand massaged the tight muscles at
the back of her head. She moaned. "I…I don't… Stop touching me for a minute."
The
pressure from his touch left immediately, and she inhaled a deep breath. Her
hands shook, and she ran them through her hair.
"I
can't think when you touch me. My body… Oh God! It's like you morphed and your
soul is inside of me…comforting me." She rubbed her arms. "I don't
understand any of this. How you talk to me, how you can touch me when you're on
the other side of the room. This isn't normal!"
"It's
normal. Give it time. You'll see." She didn't see him move, but his arms
wrapped around her and held her to his chest.
All
the fight inside her fled, and she succumbed to his caress. Every worry and
troubling thought vanished. It was as if Granger absorbed them all, freeing her
from her burdens, and deep inside her soul, her lynx purred.
She
laid her cheek against his chest. He stroked her hair, and her eyes drifted
closed. He whisked her back to the couch, and cradling her in his lap, he never
dropped his secure hold on her.
She
floated in a dreamlike fog, knowing what was happening but not caring enough to
get up or argue with him about what he did. This man—this stranger—somehow
connected with her, but she didn't know how.
She
snuggled against his bare chest, then lifted one hand and laid it to rest over
his heart. She was amazed that his heartbeat matched the rhythm of hers, and at
that moment, she knew he spoke the truth. She recognized something deep inside
of him. Unable to speak, she lay basking in the glow this strange man gave her.
With
gentle hands, he caressed her. His fingers lingered over the curve of her
shoulder, the slope of her neck, and followed the waves of her messy hair down
her back.
"Granger?"
He
kissed the top of her head. "Yes, Aningan?"
"I
don't understand any of this. Why can't I run from you? My head tells me I
should be afraid, but my body wants to curl up around you and never leave."
She sniffed. "I'm scared."
"Chloe."
He pulled her up and helped her sit next to him on the couch. "There, that
will help. It's our body's way of celebrating our finally coming together."
He gathered her hand in his. "I don't mean to frighten you, but what
happened today pushed me to come for you. I was going to wait for you to heal
from you father's death."
Her
head came up, and she stared at him. "How do you know about that?"
"I've
been watching you." He smiled. "I found you out running in the woods
one day in your lynx form, and couldn't understand why I was attracted to an
animal." He laughed at the way her mouth fell open. "I had to know
more about you."
"You've
been spying on me?" She sat up straighter but did not pull her hand from
his grasp.
He
chuckled and shook his head. "No, I've been watching over you.