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photos done at some fancy schmancy studio downtown while the dogs finished their project.
    The one they’d started a week and a half ago.
    But to be fair, it was several projects. They were building a crib, changing table, and dresser. And they’d added a few stationary toys in the mix. Grace would have everything she needed by the time they were done.
    “Wait,” Diz said, frowning at the directions he insisted on reading. “I don’t think that piece goes there.”
    “Damn it, what do you mean it doesn’t go there?” Surge scowled. “Of course it does. Look, see? It fits right in. Lock and key, baby.”
    “One, don’t ever call me baby. Two, according to the directions, it doesn’t go there .”
    Surge rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t calling you baby. It was a rhetorical.”
    “Well, I don’t know about you two, but me and Beast are fucking killing the furniture building. Call the changing table done .” Drake smiled and high-fived Beast.
    Diz’s jaw hung open, echoing Surge’s unspoken thoughts. “Are you kidding me, alpha? You just trying to be funny now? That thing wouldn’t hold a pet rock, let alone a baby.” He tossed Drake a booklet. “Try reading the instructions.”
    Drake caught it frowning. “I’ve never had to read instructions. I don’t plan on starting now.”
    “You damn well should,” Surge agreed. “My baby’s not laying on that thing until you fix it. Come to think of it, Diz, let me see those.” He yanked the directions from Diz’s hand and scanned them, looking for the correct piece to finish off the damn crib.
    “ Your baby?” Blister murmured from his place behind the couch where he’d been working on one toy for entirely way too long.
    “Yes. Mine.”
    “Yours?” Beast asked, confused.
    “Yes, damn it. She’s mine. For now anyways.”
    No one said anything and Surge didn’t look up from his instructions.
    “She’s not actually yours,” Drake said carefully. “You know that right? You know you can’t just claim her as your young. We have to find her clan and return her. Along with that wounded one. When she wakes, this Three Men And A Baby shit ends.”
    Surge raised his head to glare at his alpha. He didn’t anger easily. Never had. But his wolf had been aching all fucking week, confused and hurting like it was years ago. On edge and floundering because something had changed. Something extraordinary and life-altering had happened.
    There was a bond. Two of them.
    He didn’t know what to do about it. There wasn’t a pretty answer for how to save the kitten from the brutal cats and win over Tana. But he wasn’t letting anything get between him and what was his. Not this time. And if anyone would be able to understand that, it should be his god damn mother fucking alpha.
    “I don’t think so,” he rumbled. For once, his wolf was solid. On this, his animal was sure. The baby and Tana were his.
    Drake cocked his head to the side, standing to face Surge. “What did you say to me?”
    “The baby’s not going anywhere when that female wakes up. Her mother ran in front of a fucking truck. For god’s sake, what do you think they were running from?” His voice thundered, startling his packmates. “I’m not sending them back to it. And so help me, neither are you.”
    Drake fumed at Surge’s defiance, but he didn’t say a word.
    “Maybe Surge is right,” Diz said, but Drake hit him with a singeing glare. “I’m just saying, the female was scared when I found her. Terrified. And I don’t think it had anything to do with being hurt. Arkansas. She said it over and over, like it was her last hope.”
    Beast frowned. “Arkansas? But we know they aren’t from around here. Could they be from the Ouachitas?”
    “No,” Blister said. “There aren’t any bobcat clans out there. Besides if they were, Tana would know them.”
    Drake sighed in frustration. “We can’t just keep them. This isn’t a fucking lost and found. The clan will want their young. We