#Chapter 12- Choosing Boyfriends

Cora Rock had offered to watch Riley for a couple of hours while I went out for groceries. At first, I hesitated, but Rock had waved it off with a grin and insisted that he didn’t mind. So I left them with strict instructions and my phone volume turned all the way up, just in case. When I returned after a few hours with two tote bags full of ingredients for my next baking endeavor, my phone buzzed. My heart did a little jump when I saw who it was. It was Kingston calling. As he spoke, he sounded slightly uncomfortable asking me for tutor recommendations. I wondered if he was simply not used to reaching out to others for help as the Alpha of his pack. As I walked through the front door, Rock turned the corner to greet me with Riley trailing close behind. “Cora!” Rock exclaimed. The air smelled like peanut butter and finger paint. Abruptly, the call disconnected. I stared at the screen, pulse racing. Why had he hung up so abruptly? Was that an accident? Either