“I panicked.”
“Of course you did. You panic when I stub my toe.”
“I panicked because I care!” I exploded, gesturing dramatically. “Puking is serious!”
“Sometimes it’s just food poisoning, Rett.”
I looked at her suspiciously. “Is it, though?”
She went quiet.
Too quiet.
I blinked. “Wait.” I took a cautious step forward. “Is it not food poisoning?”
Her lips parted. Her eyes flicked toward the floor, then up to me.
And then I knew.
My brain short-circuited. My wolf howled in my chest, spinning in excited circles.
I took one more step—slow, reverent. “Are you… are we…?”
Before she could answer, the back door creaked open behind me.
Robert stepped in.
Still barefoot.
Still wearing pajama pants and a hoodie that said Let Me Sleep Or Else, hair sticking up on one side like he’d lost
