Kael’s POV
Darius, Nolan and I returned to the farmhouse that evening and found the house glowing with soft, romantic light. I stopped in the doorway. Our mates were waiting in the living room wearing short satin robes. Sienna’s was red. She knew exactly what that colour did to me. I had expected the women to spend most of the evening at the Westwood Inn. Instead, they had returned early, prepared dinner, tucked the twins into bed and arranged the house as though they were planning more than a quiet meal. Judging by the robes and the candles, the three of them had coordinated everything. Luckily, I made Nolan and Darius shower in the small washroom I built beside the barn for the workshop employees. After hours of moving wood and equipment, we had been covered in dust. Seeing Sienna now,
