Bro and the Beast 3 (The Wolf's Mate, #3)

by L.C. Davis

Is it even possible to be homesick for a person? One who doesn't even exist?

At least Reese is a good cook. Maybe not healing-a-TBI good like he thinks, but on a scale from shitty rich people restaurants where they serve you one olive seed at a time on fire to TGI Friday's at happy hour, he's a solid Panera Bread.

"Reese says you're dying." "I'm not dying. I just don't want nachos," I clarify, rolling my eyes. "It's the same thing!" Reese calls as he walks by.