For dinner, Lyra decided to wear a pretty floral sundress and sandals. She had left her hair down, but it kept blowing into her face as they walked up the steps to Jake’s parents’ house. Clutching his hand tightly, she tried to take deep, steadying breaths.
“Relax,” Jake said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “You’ve met my parents before.”
“I haven’t seen your mother since she found out we’re mates,” Lyra pointed out. “And your dad doesn’t like me.”
“My dad doesn’t like anyone,” Jake muttered, pushing open the door.
They stepped into the bright living room, and her eyes immediately landed on James, who was lounging on the couch. His brown hair was cut a little shorter than Jake’s, but his eyes were almost the same vivid green. A bright smile spread across his face as he stood.
“Lyra
