The youngest Varik finally caught his unicorn.
Unicorn? Winter replied.
Only a mythical creature could satisfy a Varik, Rafe replied, the smug bastard.
Bel sent a picture of him snuggled between two rumpled-looking shifters, a wide grin on his face. Some of us are better at catching unicorns than others.
Marcus replied with a picture of him spooning a sleeping Ethan. It doesn’t matter the number. Only who caught one first.
Winter snorted and froze when Fox yawned and shifted against him. Grateful he hadn’t woken his lover, he was preparing to put his phone away when Rafe texted.
Totally saving these. Putting them on Instagram.
Almost in unison, three texts flashed onto the screen in reply.
NO!