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It’s easy, and it’s fun, and I love seeing Dale this happy.

“These are just like your mom used to make,” Dale tells Zoey, around a mouthful of s’more.

“I remembered helping her make them,” she says, clearly glad that he likes them.

“They’re amazing,” I tell her, still trying to wrap my head around what she’s been through.

It can’t be easy to find out your parents aren’t really your parents.

She seems to be dealing with it pretty well.

“Thanks.” She gives me a smile.

She’s so damn beautiful. I can’t believe she’s meant to be mine.

Zane returns to the table with a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka.

He puts them down, and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you trying to get someone wasted?”

“I don’t think any of us need to be wasted,” he tells me. “But some of us might like a little nightcap to take the edge off today’s news stories.”

Right. The first news story of the day was nothing. Zane already has that shit covered.

It was the second one that blew that first one out of the water.

The one I saw when I checked my phone before I started bringing plates out to where Dale told me they were sitting. The one that told us Warren Corvina had been arrested after human remains were uncovered in his basement. Something tells me that’s going to put a new twist on Zane’s letter when it gets delivered to the police station in Silver City tomorrow.

“I’ll take a vodka,” I tell him. “I never drink whiskey before midnight.”

“I’m not much of a drinker,” Zoey admits.

“One vodka for me,” Dale says.

“Whiskey,” Archer says, not surprising me at all.

Russ holds his Coke can up. “I’ll stick to my sugar rush.”

Zoey smiles at him, and he puts an arm around her.

They’re the kind of touchy-feely PDA couple I would have gone out of my way to avoid before this.

Now that couple is also mated to me, and I’d growl at anyone who had a mean word to say about them.

This whole pack thing is going to take some getting used to, but I can already tell I’m going to love it.

Chapter Eighty-Eight

Zoey

A few peaceful hours pass as we switch from eating to drinking and lounging, and I feel it when Dale starts to think sexy thoughts. His gaze is on Cam as his long-term lover talks quietly with Zane across the table from us. Cam and Zane start to kiss after a few minutes, and those simple touches seem to electrify the air around us. Dale moans softly beside me as he lays down on his back on the sun lounger next to the table. His shorts are stretched out tight in front and I can taste his perfume on the air. A second later, and my own scent joins his.

His heat is coming back, and mine is quickly chasing it.

I stand up and let my shorts fall all the way off. Dale’s hand reaches for my ass and pushes the tank top up enough to let him access my pussy. He pushes his face between my legs and moans deeply as he licks my clit. I pull the tank top up and over my head, throwing it to the ground.

My hands stroke through Dale’s wet hair. My slick is drenching my thighs while he rolls his tongue over my swollen clit, the empty feeling inside making me ache for the presence of a knot while I enjoy the attentions of Dale’s mouth.

My legs tremble as he makes me come in a few fast seconds of frantic licking.

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