“Okay. That was nothing more than a dream. Just a dream.” Kit rinsed the washcloth with more cool water and wiped his face again. “Just a fucking dream,” Kit snapped at his reflection once more. He was flat out refusing to even think about Hudson and Connie being his mates.
He was not going there, because he knew what that word meant in the paranormal world. He was not someone’s mate. Or two someone’s, in his case. Hudson and Connie wouldn’t have hidden something like that from him. Would they? One freak out at a time, thank you.
Kit dropped the washcloth in the sink, turned out the bathroom light, and walked back into his bedroom.
