“Honey, there’s not another woman out there who can hold a candle to you,” Frank said.
“Speaking of candles,” Carla teased. “Anyone interested in racing me to the barn?”
“After you, love,” Frank said, holding out his arm.
Carla had just started to walk ahead of her mates when she thought of something. She had advised their pack to cherish the ones they love and yet she couldn’t say with certainty that she’d always done the same.
“Something wrong?” Jock asked.
“Yes,” Carla replied. “I need to say something.”
“And you need to do that now, I suppose?” Frank was always impatient when the promise of good loving lingered.
“I’m the luckiest woman in the world, but you’re equally as fortunate. I’m sure it isn’t easy sharing someone you love and I won’t profess to know how that feels, but I will promise you no one will ever love you more than I love you and I’ll never take you for granted.”
“Good,” Frank said, stooping low enough to scoop her up and carry her in his arms. “Because I’m a firm believer that actions speak louder than words.”
“Then maybe I’ll show you.”
Frank took long strides to the barnyard. “There’s no maybe to it, doll. You’re fated to spend the rest of your life loving us.”
“I’m up for the task.”
“After what I’ve seen,” Heck said. “I couldn’t agree more.”
THE END