4
RAND
“A bed and breakfast? No. Absolutely not. That is totally out of the question.”
Nash and I watched Rob, our alpha, pace around his giant kitchen after we gave him the news about Natalie’s plans for the Sheffield ranch.
He moved back and forth in front of the sink on the far side of the island. Nash sat at the large table, and I leaned against the fridge. I had no idea where Willow was, but with my wolf hearing, I knew she wasn’t in the house.
“That can’t happen.” He took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair.
“Well, obviously,” I agreed although my belly twisted. A wolf f*****g lot. The urge to protect my mate was already at war with my alliance to my pack. I’d scented her at the swimming hole and confirmed it earlier.
Why the f**k did she smell like f*****g apples and
