“Oh, Ari,” Daphne murmurs, leaning close to me and plopping Mittens into my lap before putting her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. “Why on earth could you possibly be worried about Jackson now? He’s fine!”“He’s not fine,” I sigh, leaning against her for a pleasant moment before s
“I was under the assumption, Ella,” Dominic says, leaning forward towards her, “that you would see Ariel and realize that she needed to be taken to a major medical facility for rehabilitation. Not a spa. It’s – god, Ella, but it should be impossible for her to be sitting on a couch drinking a glass
“Just five minutes, then you can talk to your dad!” Ella calls cheerfully to Ariel as she slips back into the bedroom, pulling the door carefully shut behind her. But the moment she turns back to Cora, all kindness slips away from her face.“I’m going to murder that stupid boxer.”“Oh no,” Cora sigh
“For what it’s worth, I think she should know now,” Roger says with a steady nod. “But you have my support if you think delay is better.”“Yes, delay is better,” Dominic says, steady. Cora nods too, murmuring about it making sense from a medical perspective. “Let her mourn her loss, heal from this g
“Oh my goddd,” Ella breathes, picking up magazine with the picture of Luca splashed on the cover. “Oh, he is…he is spinning out, isn’t he?”“He is,” Cora says, nodding eagerly and grabbing the next in the pile, one with the headline “The Playboy is Back!” emblazoned over the front. “Apparently he’s
“And is – is his face all bruised?” Ariel asks, looking closer at a rare picture in which he’s not wearing sunglasses. “Do we have any idea where that came from?”“We don’t,” Ella sighs, looking steadily at her daughter, watching her reaction. “But I don’t have to make a ton of guesses, considering
Mom hears the worry in my voice and snuggles down next to me. “The boys say Jackson’s fine, Ari. Worried but fine. I wish you wouldn’t worry so much. But, I do understand.”“They didn’t say he’s fine,” I say on a sigh. “They said he’s been prowling around as his wolf, all full of woe, snapping at an
“Nah, man, I’m just trying to make you laugh,” Jesse says softly, stepping closer and clasping a hand to Jackson’s shoulder. “It looks like you’re…figuring things out. I just want to be here for you. I know you’re going through it.”“Thank you,” Jackson whispers, his voice breaking a little.Jesse j