“It does. How about this Saturday?” I suggest. “We can have a girls’ day. And you can finally meet Remi.”
“Can Remi taste-test my food before I eat it?”
She lets out a dramatic moan. “You’ll be sorry when I’m choking on arsenic. I hope you have a great eulogy planned. Those tears better be real, bitch.”
“Don’t worry: Remi actually is trained to sniff out dangerous substances.”
“How reassuring,” drawls Kat. “Guess I can look forward to a steak knife through the ribs instead.”
I curl my fingers through the soft fur on Remi’s head. He’s currently tucked on the sofa next to me, his head nestled comfortably against my belly, like he’s protecting both me and the baby at once.
“And what about the other alpha in your life?” Kat ventures. “How’s he doing?”
My fingers stiffen on Remi’s head a
