Chapter Four
Dom grinned when he spotted Keeland’s truck slowing as it passed the front of the motorcycle shop. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen that either. It had been a week since Keeland barreled into his life, and he’d seen more of that dark-blue pickup truck in that week than he had since he’d moved to Black Rock.
Dom counted that as a win.
He’d been methodically plotting and putting into action his plan to drive Keeland crazy. It seemed to be working. It had taken him a few days of sitting outside Keeland’s vet clinic and then following him when the clinic closed to figure out his schedule, but now he had it down pretty well.
Luckily, Keeland seemed to be a creature of habit. He worked from eight o’clock in the morning until six o’clock at night. After closing the clinic, he drove home. Only once had he deviated from that routine when he’d gone to the grocery store before heading home. He didn’t even leave the clinic for lunch, but ate in.
And that was where the next stage of Dom’s plan came into action. He glanced at the picnic basket sitting on the floor behind the counter. He’d done a bit of research online. Some of the stuff he’d read had been good, but some of it had been idiotic. He hoped taking Keeland lunch fell into the good category.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. He had another couple hours to go before it was time to take lunch to Keeland. The time until then was going to be excruciating. His skin was itching and his panther was anxious. If he didn’t already have plans, he’d go for a run just to let his panther out.
“Dude!”
Dom glanced up. “What?”
Chayton Garon, his best friend, dropped his gaze down to the counter.
Dom frowned as he did the same. “Oops.” He quickly let go of the counter he’d been gripping so hard it had started to crack. “I’ll replace it.”
“What’s up with you?” Chay asked. “You’ve been jumpy for days.”
Dom rubbed his hand over his face as he tried to reel in his agitation. “How did you know my brother was the one?”
Chay’s eyebrows rose. “How did I know he was my mate?”
Dom nodded.
“I don’t know how it is with everyone else, but for me it started with the way he smells.” Chay got this dreamy look in his eyes. “Your brother smells fantastic.”
Dom grimaced. “I don’t need to know that.”
Chay chuckled. “You asked.” He frowned just as fast as he’d laughed. “Why did you ask?”
“I…met someone.”
Sort of.
Chay’s eyebrows shot up. “You met someone?”
Dom nodded.
“How? When?”
“I kind of ran him down with my motorcycle last week.”
