Lisa Modesto shuddered at the idea, and groaned quietly. She couldn’t believe the thought hadn’t surfaced before, but she’d been too busy to pee, much less think. The lady sitting next to her on the crowded bench bumped Lisa’s knee with her own. “Sorry,” Lisa whispered. “Just reminiscing.” Their new pack’s alpha, Adam Carbone, paused his inspection of the four women on the courtyard bench and accepted a cordless phone from his wife. He furrowed his brow as he accepted it. “Is it important?” Mrs. Carbone sighed and flicked a dismissive hand in his direction. “What do you think? You think I can’t tell what’s important after almost forty years of marriage? Give me some credit, you doofus,” she called over her shoulder before walking away. Alpha blew a raspberry, pressed the phone to his ear, and put a little distance between him and the women on the bench.
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