REID POV
Karma is a funny thing. Sometimes it works in our favor, and other times, it works against us.
This morning it is not working in my favor. The bed is empty, and Taryn is nowhere in sight, and I know this is payback for me leaving the bed before she woke up yesterday morning.
“I knew I should have stayed in bed with her instead of making breakfast,” I grumble, rubbing my eyes with my palms.
I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the mattress, stretching my neck as I do, and I spy a bright yellow sticky note on the lamp. I snatch it off and my eyes zip over each letter of her handwriting, my wolf pushing forward as her scent floats from the paper and into my nose.
I’m going to the gym down in the basement. I will be back soon.
Love,
Cadet Taryn
Love. She wrote “love.” D
