“Hey, Wolf boy, we’re going over there to talk; it’s a private convo, so don’t use your canine senses to listen in.” How does she have the nerve to talk to him like that? As quiet as he is, I get the feeling he’s not one to be crossed. But when I looked at him, he was… is he blushing? It’s hard to tell with his darker complexion, but I could swear his cheeks looked ruddy.

Chantal dragged me to the other side of the yard, where we’d been enjoying the evening breeze ...