Chapter Thirty-One. Bad Timing.
Chloe couldn’t keep the grin off her face if she tried, as she all but ran like a teenager into her son’s office.
“Asher, did you see?” she asked, as excited as a pup at Christmas.
“Yes, I did,” Asher chuckled.
“Alisha is asking Caroline to look after the pups. I called Phoenix, but she already knew, because Liane told her when she returned to their pack. I called Becca who screamed with delight, shouting at Fredrick that she needed to go shopping and pack a bag. Hannah and Del have also been informed, along with Zan and Bea, but I thought you would want to tell Aunty Nicki and Uncle Josh,” Asher counted off everyone who would want to know about Hamish finding his mate.
“What about your Dad?” Chloe asked.
“I thought you would have mind linked him”
