A tight purple dress clung to her curves and black strappy heels added inches to her toned legs. She’d left her dark hair down and wavy, and played up the bright green in her eyes with dark eye make-up. Pride surged through Logan as he walked Bron’s meadow with her on his arm. Her affection made him feel like a better man. It made him want to work to be the mate she deserved. His life had been lonely before, but he hadn’t realized it. That was just the way it was for his kind, and now, even though he wouldn’t be an official member, he would be a part of Muriel’s clan. A part of life here. Working with Bron and Dillon was demanding, but it was the most satisfying kind of work when, at the end of the day, an alpha he respected so much would clap him on the back and tell him he’d done well. And Dillon joked a lot and gave him hell, but secretly, Logan looked forward to his habit of saying see you tomorrow at the end of the day.
