Hazel was f*****g perfect.
Watching her beat the s**t out of a punching bag only made me more sure of that.
After two hours at the gym, we showered and got dressed before meeting Hazel’s friends at Tommy’s bar for lunch.
We were only a few minutes into what looked like it was going to be an awkward meal when Jay walked up to the table.
He was the one pink ruby male I wasn’t threatened by, and that was only because I knew he had been in love with my sister since we were ten. She’d politely turned him down a dozen times, but he had yet to give up.
Jay’s hands were in the pockets of his slacks, the sleeves of his white button-down rolled to the middle of his forearms. He led the large-species shifter pack, and they ran the city’s finance department, so he had the raw end of the deal and
