“And shopping, and homeschooling, and games, and teaching them about shifting and controlling it.”
“Of course, babe.” Tyler sounded like he was humoring me now. He would pay for that later.
As I followed in Tyler’s wake, I thought to myself that Uncle Ben must be laughing at the two of us, wherever he was. I guess he had the last laugh, after all.
THE ENDTo Love His Mate
For all the fans of Tyler and Felix,
here’s a little more of their story.
Seven-year-old boys were the bane of my existence. Especially when they liked to leave dead critters for me to find. Weren’t they supposed to be doing the reading and writing assignments I’d given them earlier?
“Benjy!” I yelled. “How many times do I have to tell you not to leave mice on the deck?” I knew it was Benjy because his brother preferred birds.