I heard correctly, didn’t I?

Fated mate? Do they mean me?

Crouching under the desk, I stare at Kent’s shirt pooled on the floor, and at my mates’ boots.

“You lost your shirt. Did you get too warm with all the thinking you do in here?” Jordan quips.

“Never mind that,” Kent says. “We haven’t confirmed that she is our fated mate.”

I bite my tongue. How can he say that after what just happened? Unless I’m mistaken and there’s ...