Jacque nodded. “Accurate.”
“Okay”—Bethany motioned to Zara—“spill it.”
Just as Zara was about to speak, Wadim came striding in with a ladder in hand. He set it up in front of the tree and glanced at his mate. “When you said you were hanging ornaments, I figured you’d probably need one of these.”
Jacque assumed Zara must have been speaking to her mate through the bond … or maybe Wadim was just being nosy. Probably the latter. He was a mated male wolf, after all.
“Thank you.” Zara smiled at him. Wadim simply stood there, a few feet from where Zara was, staring at her. Zara’s eyes darted from Jacque to Bethany and then back to her mate’s.
“Is this awkward for anyone else?” Bethany asked. Definitely a broken filter.
“You’re pregnant,” Jacque pointed out. “Everything is awkward for you.”
