Chapter SIXTEEN-ARLISS

“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!”