“Ugh. Whatever, Boomer,” Cass responded with yet another way to call her ancient, but Taylor still joined in on a laugh at her expense.
The thought of how much she would miss Cass tried to creep in, but she pushed it down.
Tomorrow, Taylor. Just wait until tomorrow.
The delivery came just moments after they returned. While Cass was doing her thing in the bathroom with no less than five boxes to choose from, Taylor spread a garbage bag over one seat of the couch then sat on the other end like nothing was out of the ordinary. Suppressing her giggle was a little harder when Cass walked in and stopped dead in her tracks.
“Very funny. I’m dying from laughter.” Walking over to where it was, she smoothed the plastic before sitting down very ladylike and tucked the heating pad into her stomach.
“Too much?”
“Nope. I expected as much from you. However, I am surprised you don’t have your couch covered in plastic already. In movies from the late nineteen hundreds, all the old ladies do that.”
The smirk Cass delivered was a dead ringer for her dad’s, and a twinge of pain crept in. It was short-lived as Cass scooted off the plastic and tucked into Taylor’s arms.
Without another word, she hit play on the remote.
They’d just gotten to the blood-dumping scene and Cass spoke again.
“I told Dad about my wolf theory.”
“Oh yeah?” Taylor didn’t want to dime out her dad if she didn’t know he’d told her.
“Yeah, and guess what?”
A prickle ran across her neck, causing goose bumps to rise in its wake.
“What?”
“I was right.”
And there it was. The elephant, or rather shifter, in the room.
It was true. Shifters existed. Prowler may be a dirty rotten manwhore who can’t keep his dick in his pants, but he would never lie to his daughter.
If Taylor’s world hadn’t been turned upside down by what she’d witnessed in his bedroom earlier, the realization that werewolves were real would have done it.
“So, your dad is a wolf.” It wasn’t really a question.
“Yeah, and so are Kansas, Monster, Golden, and Hunter.”
“Interesting.”
She dropped her voice low, almost in wonder. “But Bulldog is a bear. An actual freaking bear, and can you guess what Ghoul is?”
“What?” What could be more fantastical than an MC full of shifters, including a bear?
“A mountain lion.”
Taylor had to laugh at that. The jokester of the bunch was a mountain lion.
“Oh, that’s rich. I am cueing up the cougar jokes as we speak.”
Cass sat up with a look of worry in her blue eyes.
“You can’t. Well, not yet. Only family can know they exist. It’s like their code. I just told you because, well, you are family to me. And as soon as you and Dad get together officially, and he claims you, you’ll be even more family.”
Taylor’s brain couldn’t even process her words because she was too busy reminding herself there would be no more joking with Ghoul or any of them.
