~Harlow’s Point of View~~One Week Later~Standing before the bed, I face plant into it, utterly spent. Just as I feel myself start to drift off, my body is being moved.Never a moment’s peace! I mean, most of the time I like that, but not tonight!“Baby, let me get you in bed,” I hear, though it sounds like I’m down a well. Hope grumbles, and helps to fight back a sneeze.It isn’t common for shifters to get sick, but we certainly can. When I was in foster care, the pups around me were always sick. It seemed never ending.AH CHOO AHHH CHOOO“Uhhh,” I grumble, as my ass gets lifted and I roll into the bed. “Harlow, you need to rest,” I hear. “My boobs don’t care,” I whine, realizing I forgot to put my top back on after I nursed Reha.A hand on my breast only confirms that, and I swat it away. Hardly in the mood!“Damn, she’s burning up,” Luc says, his accent getting more prominent now that he doesn’t have to care about hiding it. I think for the last couple months he’s just done it o
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