Page 147 of Fight

“Yes, you have. Well, Augustine did with Pack Mohan,” she says. “They seem to be doing what they say, and the job is aligned with what I want to do.”

“I think instead of s’mores, we need milkshakes for this,” I tease her. “We celebrate big shit with fun drinks.”

“I can’t even say it’s too cold for milkshakes,” Miss Quinn says with a laugh. “Cere and I used to get them during snowstorms. We didn’t care.”

Tiny nods as she remembers. I’m glad she has some good memories with her mom.

“The guys have been perfecting their milkshake making,” she adds. “I’ve been craving them at insane times of the night.”

“I figured it was easier to learn than to hope something was open at three in the morning,” Tommy confesses. “It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t get up for it, but what if she wants a brownie milkshake and no one is open that offers it?!”

His horrified expression makes me snicker, though he’s not wrong.

“All it takes is one tear, and I’m personally done for,” I say. “I cannot handle Tiny’s tears. So we’ve all been learning different recipes for different cravings.”

“Depending on the craving, we rotate who gets up,” Gabriel explains.

Miss Quinn glows with happiness as she watches us banter and laugh.

“This is what a pack should look like,” she says softly. “I’m so happy you found each other. Even if it took a frying pan or two.”

Of course Tiny told her mama about some of how we met.

“It’s not my fault,” Cerenity squeals. “Mama came to girls' night and there was tequila.”

Yep, that’ll get all of her secrets.

Miss Quinn shrugs with a hidden smile. “I wanted to know how you all met,” she says. “So who is on milkshake duty today?”

“For s’mores milkshakes? I am,” I say, standing. “Don’t gossip too much without me.”

I never thought I’d be here, surrounded by my pack and new family, but I’m so glad I am.

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