The sudden tug on Evan’s sleeve broke the fragile, luminous bubble that had formed around him and Veronica.
“Uncle Evan, we need to go and play.” Nathan announced, hands on his hips, as if he had not just shattered the universe-altering moment of two mates finding each other. His little face was all impatience, bright eyes glimmering with excitement and the promise of adventure.
Evan blinked, still dazed by the mate bond thrumming in his chest, still drinking in Veronica like she was the first light of dawn after a lifetime of darkness—and then he huffed a breathless laugh.
“Oh bud. You just know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” He ruffled Nathan’s hair, his wolf amused rather than annoyed. “Alright, alright, let’s go. I’ll talk to your new Auntie Veronica while you two are playing.”
