“What do you mean ‘more homey’?” he asked. Or barked, really. “Are you living here?” “Define ‘living’… I prefer to call it thriving.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, and it sent a shiver straight down my spine. “Are you sleeping here?” “Definitely. Well, I’m trying to anyway. Luna and the sheriff can get a little loud, if you know what I mean. And these walls aren’t exactly soundproof. Or insulated.”
