Roan
Roan’s dad stood at the kitchen counter, wearing a smile and a pair of pajama pants. He agreed with Sullen. It was midday where were their clothes? His dad was normally up and at the pack house by this time.
“Hey, son,” he said, glancing over Roan’s shoulder, he pulled him in for a hug. “I won’t lie. I’m surprised you got her here. Especially after the way Samantha described her,” he whispered. "And her running all the way to the city on foot to get away from you."
Roan didn't need a reminder. “It wasn’t easy, Dad, and I had to bribe her to give us a chance for a month. If she doesn't love me by the end of it, she can go back to the city."
His dad looked a little shocked at first, and then he winked. “You can do a lot of things in a month, son.”
Roan chuckled, though he didn’t
