Page 31 of Stranded With An Insatiable Shifter

I was never this happy in my old life. I feel it in my soul. The contentment and satisfied feeling of knowing you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

I didn’t even really feel that way while living in the bus. It was closer, but still not exactly right. As soon as I moved in with Michael on the ranch, it all clicked into place. I finally felt home.

We parked my skoolie on the side of the house and I mostly use it when I need a quiet place to read or to nap.

We also use it for guests. Carly has been staying in it all week and I’m kind of worried that she might never leave.

“And the bus?” I ask with a grin. “Not so bad, huh?”

She laughs as she looks at it. “I prefer my Manhattan apartment, but it’s kind of growing on me. It’s cute.”

I grin. I knew she would like it if she gave it a chance.

“So, baby names,” she says as she pulls out her phone. “Where were we?”

“F.”

“Right,” she says as she scrolls down. She’s been obsessed with being the one to find the perfect baby name for the bump in my belly. She’s been at it all week.

“Faith, Fatima, Francesca, Frankie, Francis, Fiona, Felicity—oh, that could work.”

“Like the show?”

“What show?”

“The girl with the curly hair. Felicity.”

“Never heard of it.”

I roll my eyes. My sister can name you every Greek mythology character and pretty much any major historical figure, but she doesn’t know the most basic television shows. It’s so frustrating. I don’t think she ever watches TV.

“Let’s move on,” I say. “What’s next?”

“Fernanda, Faye, Florence, Finnley.”

Michael sinks his axe into the tree with a thunk and then comes over. His muscles are all jacked and glistening, which puts me in the mood for a different kind of physical activity.

I’m five months pregnant and I’m always in the mood. I can’t seem to go three hours without wanting to jump his bones.

And with my sister staying with us, it’s really been cramping our style.

She went riding on our horse yesterday afternoon and we spent the whole three hours making up for lost time.

“What do you think of Felicity?” I ask Michael as he arrives at the porch. I reach into the cooler and hand him a can of beer.

“The TV show?”

I give Carly a knowing look. “Told you.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”

“For the baby’s name,” I say. “Felicity Brooks.”

He cracks open the beer as he thinks about it. “I like it. I really like it.”

We smile at each other. “Me too.”

We’re having a girl. We found out last week.

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