“This is Ivan and he’s watching with us.” Clara came storming into the living room, towing the big brute behind her.
Ivan’s cheeks were flushed as he nodded his respect. “Alpha. Luna.”
“Don’t say anything.” Aspen gripped my hand, hard. “I have a good feeling about this.”
“Take a seat, Ivan.” I leaned back against the couch, watching as Aspen and her papa took a bite out of their ice cream bowls at the exact same time without even looking at each other. They chewed. They swallowed. They dragged their spoons down for another scoop.
It was so perfectly in sync; it should’ve been choreographed. Seriously. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
“Welcome to the official start of the seventh annual Mating Season,” Jay Renfro’s voice filled the living room. Everyone quieted down. Aspen too
