Darren and I had just finished eating when the door to the dining room opened up.

“Lyle!” I jumped up from my seat and ran over to him. I gave him a big hug, ignoring the grumbles from my protesting, jealous mate, gods I love him. But Lyle was becoming someone special to me. As if he were a brother too. He might have started to go into rut, but he was fighting against himself. It wasn’t just for himself and his brother, but for me too. I appreciated him.

“You trying to get me ...