Josiah
“Maybe we should take this conversation outside,” Cecelia suggested gently. Somehow, despite her girth, she managed to rise gracefully from her chair. “I think we could all use some fresh air.”
“Excellent idea,” Aiden agreed. Of course, he would agree. He was so smitten he probably would have agreed to dessert on Mars if his wife was the one to suggest it. I followed the two of them out a back door and into the rose garden. Two Adirondack chairs were arranged in the garden to overlook the old training grounds. The big field had recently been subdivided into plots for a community garden, and a few pack residents were taking advantage of the cool evening air to attend to their vegetables.
“No more training?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“Our guards and warriors train, but
