A low heat pulsed in my belly and my limbs immediately went liquid. I whimpered. So unfair of him to play dirty. But when his hand slid to my panties and began to edge them downward, I leaned back against him and sighed with pleasure. "Think we'll be late if we stay in bed for a bit longer?"

"Definitely," Josh murmured, his fingers sliding under the silky fabric.

About two seconds later, I found that I didn't care.

We showed up to the Russell house about an hour after I'd promised Bathsheba that I'd be there. She didn't say anything when I showed up in the kitchen; she just gave me a knowing look that made me blush bright red.

Her scent was something I recognized instantly. The oddly unfamiliar tang of human, plus a slight undercurrent of the more familiar-and more comforting-were-cougar. There was an enormous mate mark on her neck, visible right under the strand of hair that she tucked behind her ear.

Josh kissed my cheek and moved toward the stove that Bath hovered over. "Anything I can help with?"

She turned to face him, a look of surprised amusement on her face. "A Russell offering to help in the kitchen? Never thought I'd see the day."

"Hey, my favorite ladies are in here right now," he said easily, taking the bowl I was carrying from my hands and heading to the fridge with it. "You just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

"You can head back to town and get some extra beer. We've got a few extras coming today."

"Extras?" I gave her an odd look. "I thought this was just Russells. Were-cougars." Of course, she was here, so it wasn't like we planned on sticking to that rule fast and hard. Beau wasn't about to have a clan get-together and not invite his own wife.

"It started out that way," Bathsheba said, pulling a list from under a nearby plate. "But then we didn't know what to do with Lily, since she's still under surveillance, so Ryder volunteered to watch her if she could come, too. I couldn't exactly refuse that. And of course there's Sara and Ramsey, who are always included even though they're not cougar. Jeremiah's bringing Miko and Sam. And Savannah asked to bring Connor."

Josh scowled. "Did you tell her no?"

"I told her yes," Bathsheba said in a pert voice. "Now please, we need a few more six-packs of beer. Would you mind?"

He snagged his keys back off the counter and moved toward me, giving me a quick, hot kiss full of promise. "I'll be back soon, baby."

"Got it," I told him with a soft smile, resisting the urge to swat his ass when he walked away. I watched him as he left, then turned back to Bathsheba once he was gone.

She was smiling. "So . . . how are things with you and Josh?"

"Good," I said, though the word didn't seem to encompass quite enough. Life was incredible, and wonderful, and so full of wonder and hope and happiness every day that I pulled out my mother's Virgin Mary figurine and kissed it in gratitude every time I woke up. I couldn't ask for a better life.

And it was all thanks to Josh, that wonderful, beautiful man.

"Mmmhmm. Can you start making the potato salad?"

I moved to the small mountain of potatoes on the far end of the kitchen table. "So why is it that we got stuck with the cooking?"

Bath pulled out a bottle of barbeque sauce from the fridge. "Because if I let one of the men in the kitchen, they'd eat everything before it ever made it to the table."

"And you like being in charge," I teased, grabbing the potato peeler and attacking the first potato.

She gave a small sniff. "That's not it. I just-"

"Like being in charge," Sara chimed in, walking through the back door, a bag of groceries in her arms. "Marie had it right the first time."

I caught the waft of wolf-scent and resisted the urge to wrinkle my nose. I was still getting used to all the different scents.

"You hush," Bath said to her sister with a mock scowl. "Did you bring the dessert?"

"Three cheesecakes," Sara announced proudly. "All fresh from the bakery. Ramsey's carrying them in. He says I'm too small and they're too heavy." She rolled her eyes.

"It is a bit of a pain in the ass that there's no road," I mentioned.

"Beau likes his privacy," Bath said simply. "If there was a road nearby, someone'd be driving down it constantly. He doesn't mind a little walking to get here."

I supposed he had a point. "Here" was Beau's cabin in the midst of the woods, with no roads, no trails, no nothing, for at least a square mile. It had been quite a hike for me and Josh, since we'd been carrying food as well, but I'd felt healthy and strong and alive-and my shifter strength was quite a bit stronger than my wimpy human strength. It had been a long walk, but not a hard one, and I was pleased at that.

Bath and I cooked and made sandwiches while Sara sat on the counter and picked at the food, nibbling when she thought Bath wasn't looking. As we worked, we chatted and laughed, and more people began to wander into the kitchen as they arrived for the party. Eventually Josh returned with the beer, and instead of setting up outside with the other guys at the picnic tables, he headed toward me in the kitchen and picked up a potato peeler.

That was why I loved the man. Beneath that incredibly flirty exterior was a heart of gold.

Each person came by to give me their congratulations on my successful turning and subsequent absorption into the Russell clan. The twins showed up first-Everett and Ellis. Then Austin, then Ryder and Lily, whom no one knew what to do with. Beau moved back and forth between the house and the grill outside, smelling like smoke and cougar. Everyone was thrilled that I'd joined the clan, and I didn't see a hint of antihuman sentiment anywhere. It made me wonder if it was going this smoothly for all of the clans, or if it was because the Russells were such a mixed blend that it didn't matter to them. I couldn't see it being this easy for the poor tiger girl.

Sure enough, Jeremiah showed up with Sam-who smelled different and whom I'd never met, so I knew he wasn't a were-cougar-and Miko. Jeremiah congratulated me in his soft voice, then headed outside with the others as they passed through the house.

Bath gave me a prim look. "I hope you're not bothered by the fact that Jere has a boyfriend and a girlfriend?"

I wagged the potato peeler at her. "I worked at the dating agency, remember? I've seen weird, and that isn't weird. A were-snake and a harpy? Now that's weird."

Sara snorted, then plucked a deviled egg off the counter the moment Bath set it down. "That's not the weirdest pairing. Did you ever see-"

There was a knock at the door. Bath wiped her hands and headed to answer it, and Sara and I turned to look. The scent of wolf was definitely getting stronger. I wrinkled my nose a little, not used to the smell.

A man about Sara's age stood in the doorway-Connor Anderson. His dark hair was shaggy and hung in front of his eyes, but he had a gorgeous face. He also looked downright uncomfortable and kept glancing over his shoulder to the person standing behind him on the steps. "Hi."

"Come on in," Bath said warmly. "We're still making food. Everyone else is out back."

He stepped inside, and the smell of wolf accompanied him. A woman stood behind him, her hand clasped in his, and I waved at the heavily pregnant Savannah Russell.

Bath leaned over Savannah's enormous belly and kissed her cheek. "Why don't you two go out back and say hello to Beau? He'll be thrilled to see you."

I hid my smile. Bath was a sly one. Sending them out to Beau meant that they'd be under the leader's watchful eye, which meant the other Russell clan members-Ellis, Everett, Austin, and my own Josh-wouldn't be free to show just how much they disliked Connor. Savannah gave Bath a grateful look. I watched as they entered the living room, heading to the back of the house, Connor hovering over Savannah as if she might break. Adorable.

There was another knock at the door, and I looked over at Josh in surprise, mentally counting heads. Wasn't everyone here by now?

"I'll get that," Bath said, a hint of a smile.

"Were we expecting someone else?" I asked, curious.

Josh reached out and stole a cube of potato from my pile of diced vegetables. "Wait and see, baby."

A familiar, warm, human scent filled the air, and I gasped in surprise at seeing my father. Happy tears filled my eyes, and I launched myself at him. "Daddy! You're here?"

He wrapped me in his arms. "Ma petite puce. It's good to see you, too."

I hugged him close, so full of joy that I could burst.

"It's a family gathering for you," Bath said, "so it wouldn't be right if your father wasn't here. And thanks to the nondisclosure agreement, I didn't see a problem with it when Josh mentioned it."

I looked back at Josh. "You are the best thing since sliced bread."

"I know," he said smugly.

"Why don't you take your father outside and introduce him to everyone?" Bath suggested.

I smiled up at him and looped my arm through his. This day just got better and better.

When the food was ready, everyone piled out to the tables. I sat to Beau's right, Josh's arm looped around my waist, and I felt a little embarrassed when a dozen beers were raised-and a glass of water from Savannah-and all eyes went to me.

"To our new sister," Beau said. "Our clan grows daily, and I, for one, am thrilled."

"Hear, hear," Josh said, then leaned in to kiss me.

I returned his kiss and looked down the table at the faces there. My father, directly across from me. Josh. The twins. Jeremiah and his dates. Ryder and Lily. Bath and Beau. Sara and Ramsey. Connor and Savannah. So many people in my life now.

Ice Queen Marie had disappeared-better yet, she'd been absorbed into a large, eclectic family. I wasn't allowed to hold myself apart any longer.

I'd gone from having nothing to having everything.

"Can we eat now?" Josh asked. "I love Marie and all, but those ribs look incredible, and I'm starving."

I laughed, and the entire table erupted with groans.

Everyone dug into the food, and within a half hour, the plates were cleaned. Some people sat around the table, sharing conversation.

One of the twins showed up with a football in his hands. "We've got enough people here for a good game. Who's up for it?"

"Flags?" Connor asked.

"Flags are for pussies," Everett retorted. "Tackle football. How about you, Marie, since you're the guest of honor?"

A month ago, I'd have been too weak to do more than walk across the room. But now? I was brimming with health and happiness. I put down my napkin. "Why not?"

"Excellent. You can be team captain. Josh can be the other."

We moved to the front of the group, and Josh gave me a wicked grin. "How about my team is shirts and yours is skins?"

I rolled my eyes. "How did I know that was going to come out of your mouth?"

"Because you know me, baby."

"Indeed. Well then, let me pick first." I glanced over at the people who were still sitting. "Who all's playing?"

"I am," said Bath.

"No," Beau said stubbornly. "You're too fragile."

Her lip curled, just a little. "You're kidding, right? You're going to play the 'human' card on me? Humans play football all the time."

"Not my human."

"Beauregard Russell!"

"Fine," he said in a menacing tone, then cast a look down the table. "If anyone tackles my wife, I'm coming after them."

"Beau," Bath said warningly.

"I'll take her," I chimed in. "She can be our quarterback."

"So unfair," Josh protested. "Now you really do have to be skins."

I smacked him on the arm.

Football was a blast, but a total blowout. Josh had managed to let me pick Ramsey for my team-a deliberate move, I suspected, since it was supposed to be my day and all-and with the massive were-bear on our side, it was more or less a massacre. We learned early on to give Bath the ball and then let Ramsey barrel everyone else out of the way as they charged down the zone. Pretty soon, we were winning by four touchdowns. It wasn't a very fair game, though. Every time I'd break free, Josh would be there to tackle me.

Something told me he just wanted to drag me into the grass, and I didn't mind.

Sara was on Josh's team, and on the next pass, she caught the ball. I moved to tackle her, but sure enough, Josh was there again, leaping on top of me and dragging me to the ground before I could touch her. His hands were everywhere as we rolled in the grass, and I laughed.

"You know, if you wanted to cop a feel, you could just ask," I told him between breaths.

He grinned down at me. "It's more fun this way."

A high-pitched squeal caught my attention, and I turned to see Sara launch herself bodily at Ramsey, as if her slight form could knock him down. I'd say one thing for Sara-she was small but fearless.

She was so much smaller than Ramsey that he just caught her out of the air, turned around, and began to run toward our end zone with his mate trapped in his arms, laughing and still clutching the ball. A moment later, Ramsey scored for our team.

The sidelines-Savannah, Lily, Ryder, and my dad-erupted in laughter.

"We concede," Josh announced. "Having Ramsey on a team is like having five extra players."

"I win," I crowed, rolling onto him on the grass.

"Yes, you do." He grinned up at me.

Desire rolled through me, and to my surprise, my claws popped. I yelped as I felt hair follicles tingle and come to life, a sure sign that I was about to change. Even though I'd been a were-cougar for a little over a month now, I still didn't quite have the hang of everything. It would come with time and I didn't need to worry about it, but it was still embarrassing.

"Looks like it's time for a run," Josh announced.

"Mr. Bellavance, why don't you and I and Lily and Ryder go inside for some coffee?" Bath said brightly. "I think the others want to spend some nature time out here." With a knowing glance at her mate, Bath shepherded the humans out of the clearing, and suddenly it was just shifters.

A familiar scent neared, then Beau was kneeling beside me from where I sat atop Josh, struggling to hold my claws in until the humans were gone. "Don't fight it, Marie. It's a natural part of your life now. It's time to run with your clan if you're ready."