“And he will explode if he can’t do the ultra-masculine thing of carrying bags of baked goods lest his girlfriend dare strain herself with them,” I commented dryly.

Jill let out a warm chuckle and put her arm around me, walking me down the stone path lined with lavender that led to their house.

“If there’s anything I’ve learned in life, it’s to let the men do the heavy lifting while we go inside and drink wine,” she winked at me. She slowed us before we got to the front door, glancing over her shoulder to see where Rowan was. Maggie was trailing happily behind us.

“I just want to thank you for coming,” she said, her tone no longer light and teasing. Her warm expression was sincere and… almost somber. “I am so sorry about your brother. I understand that it may be hard to be around another family, especially during the holidays, especially not knowing us.” She reached out to squeeze my hand. “Just know we consider you family already, and though we are arguably all insane, we love fiercely and drink a lot, so there will be absolutely no judgment on this end if you’d like to cope through this holiday with copious amounts of booze.”

“So noted,” I replied, not feeling cold at the mention of my brother like I had every time I thought about him. Nor was I clutched with the panic I thought I would at the prospect of spending the holiday with a bunch of strangers. Because these weren’t strangers. This was Rowan’s family.

At that moment, the front door opened, and two children tore out of it. “Uncle Rowan!” they cried in tandem, running toward Rowan with Maggie barking behind them.

“Watch the cakes he’s holding!” a woman yelled from the doorway. “I’ve heard they are life changing.” She winked at me and handed me a glass of champagne.

She was tall, like Rowan, with the same dark hair and piercing eyes. Her hair was cut into a blunt bob, and she was wearing minimal makeup, but that only accentuated her soft features. And she looked chic in a cable knit sweater, white jeans and Uggs on her feet.

“I’m Kendra,” she leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Those hellions are my children.” She gazed lovingly at the kids who were now tearing around the front yard with Maggie barking playfully at them. “Say hello to Nora,” she yelled at them.

“Hello, Nora!” they called out dutifully.

“Little savages,” she chuckled. “But we love them.”

The women guided me inside where I met more people including Kendra’s husband, Keith. He was friendly and tall, seemed like he adored his wife and was part of the family.

Rowan’s dad, Hank, was the spitting image of his son. A vision of what my alpha might grow into. His dark hair was generously salted as was his beard, which he kept longer than Rowan’s five o’clock shadow. He was big, still in great shape, and was a verifiable silver fox. He hugged me in greeting. “My son does know how to pick them,” he said once he let me go. “Fucking gorgeous.” He winked. “And I hear a successful businesswoman.”