Alexander didn’t quite brush past his mother as he came into the house; he wasn’t surprised to find her waiting for him. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Ever since his father passed, his mother had brought up the subject of him finding a mate at least once a day. “Ma, I have an event ...
I don’t get to see things like horses being born.” Gia couldn’t hold back the excitement in her voice, nor did she feel the need to. If anything, Trey made her feel like she could be exactly who she was, period. No hiding. No covering up. She’d never experienced the sense ...