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Go Together: Prologue
Sam sighed and rubbed his palms over his forehead as he eased himself down into the kitchen chair. "What's wrong?" Emily asked, drying her hands on an old dish towel. Sam moaned in distress and Emily dropped the towel onto the counter, moving to drape her arms over his shoulders, pressing her chest into his back.
"Trouble with Paul," Sam mumbled.
"Hmm?" Emily hummed into the back of Sam's neck. "Again?"
"I cannot wait until Paul imprints. That kid needs to be put in his place by someone."
"And what makes you think a girl could do it?"
"That's just how powerful it is," Sam said as he ran his hands up and down Emily's arms. "Imprinting can do anything."