After the boys and I parted ways from the Waffle House, I shifted into Cat and let her have a good run. I had a lot to think about. When Diesel had mentioned his rotating shifts plan was stupid. Cat and I wanted them both, and we didn't want to have to be that far apart from one of them. Even though we didn't know for certain, I could already feel the mate bond beginning to form, and once I turned eighteen, Cat said that it would feel like a literal snap once it fell into place. I allowed Cat to run and chase and play while I thought about this whole stupid mess. Stupid Diesel. Saying things without thinking about the consequences of his words. My father liked his idea, but the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.
'Tes, the sun will be rising soon. We should head home.'
