“Do you have the website up yet?” I asked.

She leaned against my front door, crossing her arms with a look of frustration. “I have no clue how to build a website. I live in a house full of Internet illiterates, so none of them can help with something like that. I know enough about computers to be dangerous, but most technology is over my head.”

I raised my hand. “Consider it taken care of.”

Her shoulders sagged. “Really, Naya?”

“It’s the least I can do for a friend.”

Lexi gave me a tight hug, and I patted her shoulder before stepping away.

“I really owe you big time. I’m glad Austin made me wait a little while before opening the new store. I’m sure I’d be more stressed out if I hadn’t planned ahead. If that’s even possible.” She smiled and leaned against the door again. “Ivy was a godsend and got a few big clubs interested in placing orders, so we had customers right out of the gate. Some of them came into our store to check us out and that helped spread the word. Even after a couple of years, it still feels like a scramble. I’ve had so much to do that the website has been the last thing on my mind.”

“One day at a time. You’re off to a great start, and you made a smart choice hiring Izzy to manage the bakery. You were doing way too much on your own. Don’t fret. I’ll talk to my guy and have him call you to work something out. He’s a genius. Met him in the club—a real sweetheart. Sent me tulips and candy, so I finally gave in and went on a date.”

“How did that go?”

I smiled wolfishly. “He knows a thing or two about putting RAM into a hard drive,” I said seductively, sliding my hand down my hip.

Lexi rolled her eyes.

In truth, Scott was too much of a softy for my liking, but he did fix my computer and set me up with free Internet.

Misha slinked around my legs, and I reached down to stroke her soft fur.

“You pamper that furball like she’s a little diva,” Lexi said with disdain.

I peered up at her. “I should have known you were a wolf when you didn’t like my pussy.”

“I thought Shifters didn’t own pets.”

I stood upright and shook some of the hairs off my fingertips. “For obvious reasons, most Shifters don’t own pets. After living in slavery, most see it as comparable and want no part of it. But I rescued her a few years ago from one of those shelters that puts them down, and now she’s my little boo. The only slavery going on in my house is all the hairballs I have to clean up and the litter box, but that just goes with the territory.”

Lexi put her hands on her hips. “Well, just remember she’s an animal. It’s not the same as family.”