“That pretty much confirms there was a non-human here. Now,” Trask drew a tube of hand sanitizer from his pocket and squirted a healthy dose into his palm. “Christian is hoping you’ll come back to the house with me. He was even throwing together an early dinner.”
“Of course, I will,” Lamar huffed. “But he didn’t need to do that. I’d already told you I was coming over.”
Trask shrugged and threw an arm around Lamar’s shoulder. “Come on, then. I’m starving.”
When they arrived at the home that Trask shared with his Omega, Christian, it was obvious that Trask wasn’t the only one who was ready for a meal.
“Oh, crap,” Christian groused apologetically after accepting his husband’s kiss, turning to shield the nursing infant from them as they walked through the front door. “Sorry, Coop. Alex doesn’t like to be covered, but I can finish up in the other room.”
Lamar shook his head with a small smile. “If you’re more comfortable, I get it, but don’t do it for me. It doesn’t bother me at all.”
“You’re sure?” Christian asked hesitantly.
“Of course.” Lamar crossed to the couch and bent to kiss the auburn curls covering Christian’s head and then the dragonlet’s soft cheek. “He’s getting so big!”
Christian beamed, stroking his son’s head. “He really is.” He nodded toward the kitchen. “Vic told me that you couldn’t stay long, so I’ve got food laid out on the counter, if you guys want to get started.”
