Wolf Line: Granite Lake Wolves, Book 5 - Weebly

ecome resigned to the trip being a disaster
and I’m simply ‘whatever’, or if I’ve reached a
magical point of nirvana and just trust it will
work out.”
Keri pointed out the window at the crowds
playing and relaxing on the deck below them.
There were couples reclined on deck chairs,
sipping drinks. People lawn bowling. A group
of wolves in furry form batted a ball around
while a half-dozen big cats lay draped over
railings and in specialized hammocks, their
enormous paws twitching as they slept.
“That doesn’t look like a disaster to me.
Looks like a lot of people having fun, thrilled
to be here. We’ll deal with the thefts, I
promise.”
Tessa lifted her hand, knuckles outward.
“You’re the bestest.”
Keri returned their usual salute, making a
huge effort to appear perky and positive. “Let
me know what else you hear, okay? I’m going
to grab a shower. See you at supper?”
“Save you a seat.”