~ZEV~
Her lower jaw went a little slack. "You've been following me all day?"
"No!" Not the way she thought, anyway. His mouth flattened, and he sniffed again. Sasha watched him, a dozen different emotions chasing each other across her face. "Okay, how about this: You held hands with a guy yesterday and…" he sniffed up her arm to her shoulder. "He had his right arm around you, but only for a short time. And you were wet when he touched you."
She blinked. "How… how do you know that?"
"Because your shoulder smells like rain and his scent is mingled with it, but I know it's not on the other side because when I grabbed you earlier it was too faint."
"You can smell him on me? And my food—but I showered!"
Zev shrugged. "Life leaves traces, Sasha. And I'm good at finding them." He tried to crack a grin. But she was staring at him like she'd never seen him before.
