My classes flew by. When I got home, the house was a wreck and Elliot looked like he’d barely survived a tornado, but both of my guys were grinning, and kissed me when I got there.

They had already been to the park, but Elliot claimed it had been a war to convince Evan to leave, so I threw some sandwiches together and we headed back there for a playground picnic. There was a little snow on the ground, but between our coats and our wolfy genes, we weren’t cold.

Elliot and I sat ...