Chapter 35
With Allie out of town, jetting off to Los Angeles for the weekend, Dorian was officially a single parent in command of three miniature human tornadoes. Usually, the nannies played defense against the twins while he wrestled with Katrina, but both were off-duty. With Allie's scent barely gone, Dorian was beyond overwhelmed. Now, with Katrina (a one-and-a-half-year-old on the verge of independent locomotion) acting like a tiny, half-naked, and extremely fast escape artist, Dorian, the Supreme Alpha, found himself running around like a headless chicken trying to round up his flock.
“How the f*ck does Allie do this every morning?” Dorian grumbled, just as Katrina ripped off her diaper for the umpteenth time. The little streak of freedom took off, bolting down the hall from the nu
