PAULINE POV
I liked Amber. No—scratch that—I really liked her. All that sass, all that fire? Aimed directly at her brothers or her mates? Yeah, that was soulmate material. We just clicked, and I was so damn grateful for it. Like, deep-sigh-of-relief kind of grateful.
When I got to the part of the story where I had to feed “the wolves” with Mew’s dog food, they lost it. Amber almost fell off her chair, clutching her stomach from laughing too hard, while Alan literally wheezed.
And Rett and Robert?
Adorable.
They were so flushed, trying to explain, stammering and waving their hands like they could physically reshape the story with their bare fingers.
It was hopeless.
And they looked so cute doing it that I couldn’t help myself—I leaned forward and gave each of them a quick kiss on the
