“You seem happier,” my papa said.
“Do I?” I looked around the room. I was still lonely, but the thought of seeing Ranger tomorrow and the following day and maybe, possibly, going on another date might have been making me smile more.
“Can I ask your advice?” I ripped into a bag of white cheddar popcorn, not worried about it being tampered with.
“Don’t eat yellow snow,” he said in all seriousness.
I burst out laughing. “How did you knew for sure that Gram was your fated mate?”
“Now you’re asking the hard stuff.” His recliner groaned as he rocked back in it.
“If it’s too much to talk about, that’s okay.”
“I didn’t say that.” He coughed. “I guess in the beginning, we didn’t know for sure. Our wolves seemed to figure it out before we did, but you can’t get away from that pull. It sinks i
