Chapter 5
“On the fifth day of Christmas my werewolf gave to me five satisfied smiles, four hours of hotness, three growling males, two cursing pups, and a furball in a fir tree.
No, I don’t know why there weren’t more than five satisfied smiles after the mutiny from the males, and for once I’m going to mind my own business … and if you buy that, I’ve got some oceanfront property for sale in Arizona you really need to take a look at.” ~Jen
Once again everyone gathered in the kitchen for the required daily celebration committee meeting. Jacque sat in front of Slate’s highchair, feeding him his favorite jar of baby food—sweet potatoes—while Thia sat in her highchair beside them picking up handfuls of green beans and shoving them into her mouth. Jacque looked at the girl and shook her head
