ETHAN'S POV
Nothing else mattered. Not the way I haphazardly parked my car and stumbled out of it like a drunkard. Or the fact that I dived into oncoming traffic and narrowly missed becoming roadkill.
All that mattered was her—right across the road, within reach. My fucking mate.
Startled, she took an instinctive step back as I stepped directly into her path, panting like I'd run a marathon, not twenty feet.
Her eyes widened, but the surprise was brief, quickly dissolving into a look of amusement and mild intrigue.
She crossed her arms. "Well," she said, cocking her head, "someone's an overachiever."
She'd just sent me on a wild goose chase, had me running around town trying to uncover a name and a damn address. Yet, despite myself, I smiled. "Do I get bonus points for turning in my homework early, Maya Cartridge?"
Her lips twitched. "We'll see."
