I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of Beau humming off key. My wolf stretched inside me with a pleased little ripple. We had sparred half the night before collapsing into a tangle of limbs and heat. My body still hummed with leftover energy. The good kind this time.
I rolled out of bed, threw on a hoodie that was definitely not mine, and padded into the kitchen.
Jack was standing at the stove, arms crossed, glaring at Beau like he was supervising a toddler near heavy machinery. Beau was happily flipping bacon with no concern for the fact that grease was popping everywhere.
“Let me cook,” I said.
Both twins turned slowly like I had suggested something illegal.
Jack stepped between me and the counter. “Absolutely not.”
I poked him in the chest. “Move.”
“No.”
Beau held up t
