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Charlotte lounged on the porch swing of Boone and Ann’s home, nursing a beer that had gone warm from being in her grasp too long. After dinner seemed an appropriate time to head over to see what Wyatt was up to, but she hadn’t made it off the porch yet.
The front door opened, and Ann stepped out.
“I thought you said you were going to stop by Wyatt’s,” she commented.
Charlotte straightened. “He didn’t mention a time. If I’m early I don’t want to have to sit around.”
“That’s a bull excuse if I ever heard one.” Ann crossed the porch and leaned against the railing, facing Charlotte. Though Ann was her mother within the pack, she didn’t look old enough for the job. Her careless brown hair and eyes had a youthful sparkle, and aside from making sure Charlotte stayed fed, she wasn’t the typ
