“I knew it was you,” he said softly. “The entire time… I knew it was you.” “And that was… okay, to use your expression?” He thought back to his mate. “You’re nothing like Wellsie was.” When he heard her clear her throat, he realized he’d spoken out loud. “No, what I mean is—” “You don’t have to explain.” Her sad smile was so full of compassion. “You truly don’t.”
