Chapter 43. A Taste of Fun

Two and a half hours later, Ashley interrupted our grueling training session when she stepped into the basement wielding a tray of ice-cold lemonade. The moment she appeared, I could almost hear all four wolves cocking their heads as they sniffed the cool, citrusy aroma. They scattered from their fighting positions and swiveled in unison toward her—Kane, Liam, Noah, and Daniel alike—eyes bright and tails wagging, clearly amused and eager. The sight was so unexpectedly comical that I struggled to stifle a giggle.

I must not have managed it completely, because Ashley glanced over at me and gave a conspiratorial wink. The males barely noticed our exchange; they simply swiped the glasses from the tray and began gulping the lemonade as though it were the most precious treasure. Ashley, ever the thoughtful hostess, had even brought out two extra pitchers, and those vanished almost as quickly as the first ones.