wanting Corbin not to
be there. He just wanted to get this visit over with and then go see Preston. Wasn’t that telling?
But there were so many questions in Layton’s mind, the most
important one being whether or not he was using Preston as a crutch
because Corbin had betrayed him.
He didn’t see Corbin in the main part of the shop, but the door to
the side office opened just after had Layton taken a few more steps.
“Hey, Layton.” Corbin’s expression was one of relief, guilt, and
apprehension. “How have you been?”
Layton studied Corbin’s handsome face, mentally comparing him
to Preston. He frowned. What had he seen about Corbin that was so
irresistible? True, Corbin was gorgeous, and his handsomeness
reached out to Layton’s libido. But thinking back, remembering
Preston’s kisses, that feeling of dim arousal was empty.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ve been with my family. You know Morgan is
a dad now.”
He didn’t mention he himself would have a child soon. The doctor
had officially confirmed it. After they’d gotten over their slight
dismay and shock, his parents had become thrilled and doted on
Layton like crazy. It was only at Morgan’s insistence that they’d
allowed him to come here in the first place.
“I’ve heard, yes.” Corbin smiled tightly. “Preston told me. He also
told me about your accident.”
Layton supposed that it was bound to happen since Preston had
still been very pissed at his brother when Layton had gone. “It was
nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
Corbin shook his head, his shoulders slumping. “It was all my
fault. If I hadn’t treated you that way…God, you can’t imagine how
sorry I am.” Corbin gave him a pleading look. “I’ve seriously never
considered you as my mate. Perhaps I was wrong. Look, I broke up
with Cherise. And if you’d just teach me…”
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Layton stared at the lynx, giving the words time to compute. He
couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Corbin was actually
considering mating Layton because he felt guilty.
A few months back, Layton would have punched Corbin. The
mere suggestion was humiliating. It felt like a pity fuck, and a selfish offer from Corbin’s part, whether the lynx realized it or not. But now, Layton had reached a realization, and it allowed him to stay calm.
“You’re an idiot,” he shot back. “I don’t want to be your mate. I
don’t think I ever did.”
Corbin gaped at him. “You can’t be serious. Layton!”
Layton stopped Corbin with a raised hand. “No, look. I’m sorry
I’ve been stalking you all this time. I don’t know why, but I was
convinced that you were my mate. But recent events have made me
realize I was wrong. So, let’s say we’re even and shake hands, okay?”
It was true. In the end, Layton had been haunting Corbin’s steps
for many years now, and Corbin’s reckless, insulting words were
nothing compared to that.
Corbin reached for his hand, still looking doubtful. “If you’re
sure.”
It was strange that Corbin questioned Layton, especially now,
when Layton had finally found a certainty again. Oh, he still couldn’t understand many things, but one was absolutely clear. He’d been
mistaken about one of the most important aspects of his life. He had no idea how that was even possible since he’d always been convinced
shape-shifters could identify their mate on sight. But whatever the
reason, Alexis’s powers seemed to have snapped him out of that
mistake, and Layton intended to make use of this chance.
He nodded and smiled at Corbin. “Take care, okay? I’ll be off.”
“Are you leaving again?”
Layton shook his head. “I need to talk to Preston.”
“Ah.” Thankfully, Corbin didn’t ask what Layton meant to tell
Preston. Instead, he asked, “Could you put in a good word for me?
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Scarlet Hyacinth
We’ve been at odd and ends with each other for weeks. I really need
him to