#Chapter 141 – Jane Remembers

Jane Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. A month ago I never would have dreamed of telling Ethan I love him, and we’ve been stuck in a holding pattern ever since the pups were taken – so why am I so tempted to say it now? Do I truly feel it? Do I love Ethan? Is it just the impulse to return the sentiment out of politeness? Does he truly mean it, or is simply the afterglow of sex? Is that why I feel so inclined to say those dangerous words? I don’t know what to do – my feelings aren’t even the problem, it’s what admitting them would mean. If I tell Ethan I love him now, there will never be any going back. He’s already determined not to let me go, and saying “I love you” would be like a green light waving him forward. I try to get hold of myself, to drown out the encouragement of my inner wolf. It was just the sex. I insist in my head. I’m still coming down from the stratospheric high of Ethan’s lovemaking. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed it, needed Ethan to take c