Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate
Jake shakes his head, saying something I can’t hear.
When Lucas shifts back, I look away quickly, but I can’t help the heat that rises to my face. He goes around the corner and comes out wearing shorts, his hair messy, that boyish grin on his face like he knows exactly what effect he’s having on me.
“Still think I’m a cuddly dog?” he teases, crouching beside me.
I lift a hand to shield my eyes from the sun, squinting at him. “You’re definitely still cuddly,” I say. “But you’re also an overgrown menace.”
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