Berni nodded. “We do. We can go and see them after breakfast. We also need to ask Jacob if he heard his father mention the names of non-pack members. Hopefully, he overheard something he doesn’t realise is important.”
“I’ll ask him after lunch. I like Jacob.”
Berni grinned. “So do I. I’m glad he’s now here and safe.”
“I’m sure Franny will agree with you. But I wonder what Jacob will do when he’s better if he’ll take Franny off somewhere to be an Alpha.”
“Maybe he won’t want to be one. Cresswell didn’t get his whole record stripped. There’s still a note on there advising he never be allowed to lead a pack,” Berni told him. “But that’s something for another day. Let’s go and have breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
“I could eat something,” Frank replied, mounting the steps.
The brothers walked up side by side and, before reaching the front door, it opened revealing Clairmont.
“Breakfast is ready, gentlemen.”
Frank walked through the door. “Thanks Clair—” He paused and sniffed.
“What’s wrong?” Berni asked him, having a sniff.
“Can’t you smell that?” he asked.
“I don’t smell anything out of the ordinary,” Berni replied.
“Neither do I,” Clairmont added. “What do you smell, my lord?”
“Freshly baked bread and the first rain after grass has been cut,” Frank told them in a daze, looking and sounding confused. “It’s coming from upstairs.”
“Let’s go and look,” Berni said.
“Maybe dress first, Your Grace,” Clairmont suggested, walking to a chair and passing some jeans to Berni, and then a polo shirt.
“Thanks. Come on, Frankie. Clairmont, we’ll be down for breakfast in a bit.”
“Very good, Your Grace.”
The brothers started walking up the grand stairs.
Frank suddenly stopped. Berni, noticing, stopped a few steps above him.
“What?” Berni asked.
“What if the scent is my mate?” Frank all but whispered, sounding stunned.
Berni’s mouth dropped open. “It’s possible. The only new scent would be coming from Jacob’s friend, Joe Buchann.”
“That means he will be quite young, maybe eighteen, nineteen.”
“You’re not exactly old, Frankie,” Berni pointed out.
“Well, I hope he likes older men.”
Berni grinned. “Let’s find out. You should be thinking about having a younger male mate.”
“You know I have no issues having a male mate, nor a younger one. I asked the fates for my perfect mate, so he will be.”
They both carried on up the stairs.
Frank followed the scents to the hospital room.
