Hello there, everyone.

In case we haven’t met before, I’m the oldest member of the Wolf Pack…well, if you don’t count my beloved grandmother, whom we affectionately call Mama Wolf. She’s a big-hearted firebrand of a woman who raised me and my younger brother, Stanton, after our parents died. I honestly don’t know what we would have done without Mama Wolf. Though she hates being fussed over, Stan and I owe her our lives—and we tell her so every chance we get.

Fast forward many years, and I’m now a retired homicide detective living in Stone Mountain, Georgia. My decision to retire wasn’t an easy one, but my overprotective sons, Michael and Marcus, didn’t give me much of a choice in the matter. And when those boys set their minds to something, they can be as relentless as pit bulls on steroids. Guess they came by that honestly, eh?

I adore Michael and Marcus and would do anything in the world for them. I deeply regret that things didn’t work out for me and their mother. What happened between me and Celeste was devastating to our family, but I try not to dwell on the past and things I can’t change. It took my boys a long time to heal and recover from the painful divorce, but God has blessed them with amazing wives who are their soul mates in every way. Not only that, but they both have sweet, beautiful children—all four of whom have me wrapped around their precious little fingers. Michael and Reese were the first to fulfill Mama Wolf’s fervent wish for a great-great-granddaughter. I still smile every time I think of all the fanfare and excitement that surrounded the birth of Savannah—heck, of all the grandbabies.

Speaking of excitement, I’ve been happily married to Asha Dubois for the past two years. If anyone had ever told me that I’d fall in love with a former supermodel at the ripe old age of sixty-five, I would have had that poor fool committed to an asylum. But that’s exactly what happened. One moment Asha and I were bickering worse than the Hatfields and McCoys…The next moment, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Guess it’s true what they say about the thin line between love and hate.

The way I feel about Asha…well, let’s just say I couldn’t imagine my life without her. We’ll never see eye to eye on everything, but I couldn’t have asked for a more loving and supportive wife. And there’s never a dull moment with Asha. I know a gentleman should never kiss and tell, but I don’t mind confessing that Asha keeps this old wolf howlin’ long into the night. 🙂

I don’t want anything to come between us…which is why I’m somewhat troubled by the vibes I’ve been getting from Celeste lately. I don’t know how to explain it…it’s just a gut feeling I have that something’s not quite right. Celeste has been coming for a lot of visits lately and staying much longer than expected. She and Asha can’t be in the same room together without going at each other’s throats. And Celeste often travels to Atlanta without her husband, Grant. I can sense that she’s unhappy, but I don’t want to pry.

A part of me will always love Celeste and wish that things could have turned out differently. She was my first wife and the mother of my children, and nothing will ever change that. But the past is the past, and the future is the future. And what a glorious future it’s shaping up to be.

Anyway, kind folks, thanks for letting me ramble on. I’ll see if I can get Asha to share a few words with you…just as soon as I let her up for air. 😉