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“Let me get the shower going for you, and then I’ll give you some privacy.”

I follow him into the ensuite and watch as he leans over and turns on the shower, fiddling with the temperature.

“All good,” he says with a smile.

I wish he were mine.

“Thanks.”

I close the bathroom door behind him and lean against it. My head is killing me, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the accident or trying to wrap my head around him being my fated mate and a wolf shifter.

I strip carefully and step under the hot spray, sighing as it eases the tension in my muscles.

I know I should figure out what to do with Miles and all he’s told me, but I don’t have the mental bandwidth to do it right now. I’m too tired and worried about Dillon and what all this means for our savings and grand plan.

I smother a yawn and turn the water off. There’s only one towel hanging up, and I grab it and dry off. I pull on Miles’sborrowed clothes and laugh when I see how big they are on my petite frame.

Oh well. At least they’re comfortable.

I pad out to the bedroom and see Miles sitting on the edge of the bed.

“All set?”

I nod. “Yeah, thanks. Any word from Jensen?”

“No. He said the doctor just checked on her. The medicine is wearing off, and they expect her to wake up in a few hours. I’ll keep you posted, and you’ll know more as soon as I do.”

“Thank you,” I say softly. “For all of this. I don’t know what I would have done if?—”

“It’s my pleasure,” he cuts me off. “Now, let’s get you tucked in.”

He pulls back the covers and passes me a bottle of water with some pain pills. “You’ll need more in four hours. I’ll wake you up then.”

“I can set an alarm.”

He shakes his head. “Concussion protocol. I’ll wake you up.”

I take the pills from him, swallowing them down. I slip into bed and he tucks the sheets around me so tight that I’m not sure I’ll be able to move.

“All right. I’ll be back in a bit to check on you. Try to get some rest.”

Miles heads out of the room, leaving the door ajar. I see him getting settled on the couch and smother another yawn before my eyes drift shut.

It feels like I barely close my eyes before Miles shakes me awake.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

I crack an eye open to look at him. “You forgot already?”

He laughs. “Gotta make sure you’re all right, my mate. What’s your name?”

“Mabel Jones.”

“And what month is it, Mabel Jones?”

“June.”

“All right. Go back to sleep.”