Shady Nook Picnic Area Novels & Stories

“Um, yes. Let’s go with that.” “As opposed to . . .?” “So,” Robin chimed in loudly. “The Solano Creek Promenade?” The Promenade was a wide outdoor shopping center with al fresco dining and wide open walkways dotted with gorgeous flowers and plants. I loved it there. “Sure.” Mom drove and I couldn’t help eyeing her suspiciously. When she reached to shift, that silvery strap poked out again, and when I turned to evaluate Robin’s glitter face once more, I noticed she also had shiny straps over her shoulders, barely hidden beneath her camo “take no prisoners” T-shirt.

I have never felt so welcome in any place as I do here. He even took the time to show me where they had fields of crops and different orchards. But my favorite was the vineyard in one of the fields next to the library. All through the pack house and in different corners of the territory, there were picnic areas and resting areas for the members, along with fire pits, comfortable sitting areas, and playgrounds for the smallest members. I have never seen a pack so invested in accommodating their members well. But I liked it. I really liked it, and maybe I'm wrong, but I'd love to see the green face of jealousy if Leah ever saw this pack's territory.