Wolf Kisses
She’d lost this argument—losing was a given when Christa had her mind made up.
“There,” she said. “I just sent you the link to the resort. It’s called Feral Passions, and it’s up in the Trinity Alps. No arguments. You’re coming with us. The wolf preserve is only open to guests of the resort, and if the pictures on the Web site are anywhere close to the real thing, the place looks rustic, but the lodge is all new and everything is set up for comfort and convenience. No!” Christa held up her hand when Anne opened her mouth to argue, at this point, merely for the sake of not giving in too easily. “No argument. You’re going. We’re picking you up Sunday morning at seven. It’s over five hours of d
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