*
“Damn,” Cooper said. “She’s beautiful.”
Becker knew that already, but after watching her walk back into his bedroom, he could understand why Cooper might point out the obvious. And if any other guy had said the same thing, he might have been jealous. But Cooper was like a brother.
“Oh yeah,” Becker agreed. “If there was ever a woman made to wear yoga pants, it’s her.”
Cooper shook his head. “What is it with you and those damn yoga pants? I mean, she definitely looks good in them, but sometimes I think you have a psychological condition when it comes to your obsession with the things.”
“Maybe. But did you know that twenty percent of women can orgasm while doing yoga?”
“How the hell would I know that? More importantly, how the hell do you?”
“I read it in Cosmo a while ago.”
Cooper opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. Finally he just shook his head. “I’m not going to ask because I don’t want to know.”
Becker laughed. “Probably not. You want to hang around? We can order pizza or something.”
Cooper shook his head. “Nah. I only stopped by to feed your fish. I’m going home to get some sleep. I haven’t gotten more than an hour or two a night since you went undercover. I need to find a bed before I crash and burn.”
Becker could sympathize with that.
“So Jayna’s The One for you, huh?” Cooper asked.
“Definitely.” Becker grinned. “I thought she might be that first day I saw her in the warehouse, but now I’m sure.”
Cooper shook his head. “It’s crazy that you stumbled over the one werewolf you’re supposed to be mated to for the rest of your life in the middle of a robbery. Makes you think there really is some cosmic force out there.” He got to his feet. “Okay, I’m gonna get out of here.”
Becker walked him to the door.
“Have you figured out how this is all going to end?” Cooper asked, turning to look at him. “At some point, the Albanians or this pack alpha you told me about are going to figure out you’re the one tipping off the cops. We can’t keep doing this much longer.”
“We won’t have to,” Becker said. “Jayna and I have the Albanians and omegas distrusting each other. In a few days, their whole organization will collapse from the inside. We just need to keep the pressure on until then.”
“Be careful.” Cooper opened the door. “Tell Jayna it was nice meeting her.”
“I will,” Becker promised.
“Cooper left already?” Jayna asked as Becker closed the door.
He turned to give her a smile. “Yeah. He was beat. You want something to drink?”
“Sure.”
Becker grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge, then joined her on the couch.
“I overheard you and Cooper talking before,” she said. “What did he mean when he asked you if I was ‘the one’ for you? He seemed to imply it was more than just your standard romantic attraction.”
Becker stared at her, the bottle of water halfway to his mouth. He thought she knew more about being a werewolf than he did. “You don’t know about The One?”
“The one what?”
He stared down at the bottle of water, trying to get his thoughts straight. “This is going to be complicated, but according to werewolf legend, there’s supposed to be one true mate out there in the world for every werewolf. When they meet, there’s this automatic connection between them.” He grinned. “Kind of like how we felt that spark the first time we met.”
Jayna looked dubious. “You make it sound like we’re magically meant to be together.”
“Is it so hard to believe that people as unique and special as werewolves are meant to find that one perfect person who accepts us for what we are?”
“Yes, it is that hard to believe,” she said. “I prefer to think that the way I feel about you is purely because of the person you are, not because of any werewolf magic.”
Becker tried not to let his disappointment show. After what had happened to Jayna, it wasn’t surprising she didn’t believe in magic and happily ever after.
Jayna must have picked up on his mood because her expression softened and she leaned in to kiss him. He slipped a hand in her hair and kissed her back, telling himself that it didn’t matter why she felt the things she did for him, as long as she felt them. He had her, and that was all that mattered.
“Do you think we need to head back to the loft yet or can we stay here a while longer?” she asked, her blue eyes turning green.
They’d already been gone a few hours, but…
“I think we have a little bit of time.” He grinned. “Do you have something in mind you want to do?”
She nodded with just a hint of that shyness he found so damn cute. “I was thinking we could make out again before we go. Just a quickie, you know?”
“Yeah, I do know,” he growled. “Though I don’t think there’ll be anything quick about it.”