My eyes widen in ecstatic excitement, and all I can do is launch myself at Sinclair, wagging my tail and yipping with excitement. He’s okay, he’s okay! I chant blissfully, momentarily thrown off balance when Rafe sends signals of happiness up at me, responding to my enthusiasm. I can feel him. I tell Sinclair in awe, stopped in my tracks and on the verge of tears again. I can feel you, my darling. I add to Rafe, overwhelmed when he pulses with pure love.
Sinclair offers me a wolfish grin, Done celebrating already, trouble? He teases, and then he pounces, playfully wrestling and tussling with me – until we’re rolling around on the bed like a couple of care-free puppies. I can hear his laughter in my head, just as I’m sure he can hear my uproarious giggles as he pins me and tickles my feet
