“Wouldn’t that kind of give it away that we suspect someone of trying to see what I was up to?”
“Would it matter?” Chay asked.
“Would what matter?” Dom asked as he stepped into the room.
“If someone knew Gabriel knew they were looking into his movements.”
Dom blinked at Chay. “Come again?”
“These guys had to find Gabriel somehow. Since Gabriel looked you up through his work, I was wondering if someone at his work could be in on this. The only way to tell is if he goes to work and gets a copy of the access log. Gabriel seems to think that would let them know he suspected someone at his work.”
Dom nodded. “It would.”
“But, what does it matter if they know he suspects someone at work? They already know where he is.” Besides, if it was someone at Gabriel’s work, Chay wanted to get his hands on them. He wanted to know how long they had been watching Gabriel, why they were watching him, and who they were reporting to.
“But they don’t know where Dom is,” Gabriel said.
“Uh, hello.” Chay waved his hand at the destruction again. “I kind of think they do.”
“No, I really don’t think so. I think they came here after me. They didn’t go after Dom except to defend themselves. They all kept trying to go after me.”
Gabriel had a point, one that Chay didn’t like.
“So, then it probably isn’t someone at my work then,” Gabriel said, “or they would have known I found Dom, and they would have gone after him, too.”
“Then how in the hell did they find you?” Chay instantly realized he’d made a mistake in raising his voice when Gabriel turned to glare at him. He sighed as he pushed his hair back. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m just worried about you.”
“Yeah, well.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest. “Yelling at me isn’t going to accomplish anything except land your butt on the couch for a few days.”
Chay winced. “I really am sorry, Gabe.”
“Don’t do it again.” Gabriel turned and walked away, heading for the kitchen.
Dom’s chuckle drew his attention.
“You have something to say?” Chay asked.
“Looks to me like someone has you by the short hairs.”
Chay narrowed his eyes. “I can’t wait for you to find your mate so I can watch him drive you insane.”
“Never gonna happen.” Dom grinned almost from ear to ear. “My mate is going to be sweet and docile. He’ll hang on my every word.”
Chay snorted as he started for the kitchen. “In your dreams.”
Dom’s laughter followed him out of the living room. Chay knew his best friend would find his mate eventually, and he had no doubt that said mate would lead Dom on a merry chase just like he said because fate had a wicked sense of humor. Just look at the mate he’d gotten.
Now he just had to go make sure he wasn’t sleeping on the couch.
Gabriel was at the counter making a cup of coffee. Chay walked up and wrapped his arm around him. He leaned down to nuzzle at Gabriel’s neck. “I really am sorry, Gabe. I’m a big man. Sometimes I don’t realize how it might seem when I raise my voice, and the thought of anyone wanting to hurt you drives me crazy.”
Gabriel stilled for a moment before turning to look up at Chay. “I don’t like yelling. My father—my adopted father—was a yeller. I’m not sure the man ever spoke without yelling. If you want to get your point across to me, that is not the way to do it.”
“I’ll try to curb my yelling.”
“I don’t want you to curb anything. I want you to learn to communicate in a different manner because yelling is not communicating. It’s yelling.”
“You mean communicate kind of like this?” Chay waved his hand back and forth between them.
