Every one of them.
Wolf leaned back.
"When was the last time you slept?"
I frowned.
"Recently."
"Define recently."
"That's not important."
"It is if you're hallucinating."
"I am not hallucinating."
Trigger snorted.
"Beast, you spent ten minutes staring at a fence post yesterday."
"I thought it moved."
"It was a fence post."
"We don't know that for sure."
Saint laughed so hard that coffee nearly came out of hisnose.
I hated all of them.
The kitchen door opened.
Mrs. Jenkins walked in carrying a casserole dish.
Because apparently the ranch no longer had doors.
People just entered whenever they felt like it.
She took one look at me.
Then shook her head.
"Oh, good."
I narrowed my eyes.
"What?"
"The intervention started."
Wolf looked offended.
"This isn't an intervention."
"It absolutely is."
"It is not."
