“But you love me.”
That I did.
We arrived back at her place, and Ramona was just walking out of Embry’s house. She waved, smiling brightly. She had short blonde-grey hair, umber eyes that shined under the filtering sunlight, and a warmth about her that made the lingering tension leave my body.
“Hi, ladies. I thought our guest might be hungry. I put leftover lunch on the counter.” Ramona smiled at both of us.
“Thank you. That was very kind of you,” I said first.
“I’m sorry about your welcoming. That’s not normally how we treat guests. I want you to know that you’re welcome inside the main house at any time. My son will be on his best behavior,” Ramona said confidently.
“Alpha Momma always gets what she wants. If she says Roman will be nice, then he will be,” Embry added, seeming to en
