“Do Bulls moo?”
Avery asks this with the kind of innocence only a woman with a toddler and a baby on board can get away with, as we load the dishwasher in Penny’s aggressively adorable farmhouse kitchen.
I blink. “What?”
She doesn’t flinch. “You know, do Bulls moo? Like, when they’re feeling any particular kind of way?”
Her cheeks go bright red.
I stare.
“Okay, first of all, how the heck would I even know that? I haven’t seen him as a boy Cow, er, Bull. And second, what are you talking about?!”
Because honestly, I’m still recovering from finding out that Shifters are real, that they have mates, and that I apparently got claimed by one after a night of wild, sleep-depriving, sheet-tangling boinking.
Okay. Focus.
Penny, all glowing and violently pregnant, lets out a dramatic gasp. “Oh my gawd, Avery. You’ve turned into such a horn dog with this baby!”