Page 24 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

“Does it matter?” Wolf jumps in.

“Yes,” they both snap at the same time.

Wolf runs his hand up my leg. “How about we just agree that being alive is how you know you’re alive?”

“Fine,” Dragon says.

Bear grunts.

I frown. “That’s a non-answer if I ever heard one.”

Bear chuckles. “Gertrude, you’re not dead.”

“Although…” Wolf taps his fingers on my bare thigh. “I’ve never heard Bear string so many words together in my life, so I’ve been wondering if I might be.”

Bear snorts.

Dragon groans. “Now she’s going to think she is dead, you dumbass.”

“I was kidding.” Wolf rolls his eyes. “You really aren’t dead, Gertie.”

I shake my head. “Let’s examine the facts, shall we? I’m seventy-three, and I just did the dirty with three hotties who might be even younger than my grandkids.” And I think I’m falling for all three of them.

“We’re centuries old,” Wolf reminds me.

“See? Heaven.”

Dragon slams his diary shut around the pencil and leans it against one of the wrapped presents under the tree. “I found you passed out in the forest,” he says.

I can’t quite take him seriously when he’s sitting cross-legged with his cock standing at attention.

“If I hadn’t put up that sign,” Wolf adds, “Dragon never would have found you. Speaking of which, what happened to the sign?”

“Ah, hell,” Dragon breathes. “I left it behind.” He glances out the window, where a heavenly winter storm is brewing. “It’s probably buried under a mound of snow. I’ll retrieve it once the storm clears.”

Bear’s chuckle rumbles against my side. “The ‘Beware of Monsters’ sign is why you were out there, wasn’t it, Gertrude?”

I nod. “Research for my new book.” I sigh. “But then I fell and died.”

Dragon groans. “For the last time, you didn’t die. I brought you here and turned you to save your life.”

“You mean I turned her,” Wolf says.

Dragon ignores him. “How is being dead more believable than being a shifter?”

“You have a point there,” I say, “But then why have the three of you been fucking me and making me come?”

“Because we’re into you,” Bear says.

“And you’re hot,” Wolf adds with a wink.

“And you’re our fated mate,” Dragon finishes.

“Those are good reasons,” I say. “Wait, I’m your fated mate? As in…” I can’t quite get the word out.

Bear says it for me. “Soulmates.”

My heart hammers in my chest. If I weren’t already dead—or a shifter, if the men are to be believed—I’d be worried I might be having a heart attack.