Shaking his head, Heath replied, “Not really…but he did say he was friendly and warm, if that helps.”
“Sounds like he was describing a dog.”
“Well, heisa wolf so maybe just pretend he’s a big dog.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Tristan muttered, slipping on his cowboy boots. Then, picking up his wallet and phone, he shoved them into his pockets before walking over to Heath. “What about Kahn? You spent time with him, right?”
Sitting on the bed, Heath looked up at his mate. “Yeah…he’s a good guy as far as I saw…and a fucking talented artist. His one-man show is coming up and Reeve invited me…wanna go on a date?”
“To an art show?”
“And dinner…then maybe I can show you the sights,” Heath said, waggling his eyebrows.
“Where?”
“San Francisco…have you ever been to The Meat Locker?”
“A butcher? That’s what you consider a sight in San Francisco?”
Standing up, Heath grasped his mate’s hips, tugging him close to him until their lips were nearly touching. “No, silly. The Meat Locker is a gay club. They’re all over the place.”
Suddenly, without warning, Tristan growled as the green-eyed monster consumed him. “You been there? And I bet there were naked men swishing their asses in your face…looking for their next sugar daddy!”
Smirking, Heath murmured, “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous…or cute,” growled Tristan.
“Yeah, you are,” Heath said, giving Tristan’s lips a quick peck before continuing. “Down boy…I didn’t know about it until your brother told me it was a great place to have some fun.”
Frowning, Tristan asked, “I thought Kahn was mated to Reeve…what’s he doing going out by himself to gay clubs?”
“Relax, willya? It was one of the clubs he hung out at when he was single…before he met his mate.”
“Oh…that’s okay then.”
“Babe, trust me…Kahn isn’t like Josiah at all. He’s not gonna cheat on Reeve like Josiah did with your mother.”
Tristan nodded. Ever since his grandparents had told him about Josiah cheating on Kahn’s mother, there was a part of him that wondered if he or his brother hadinherited that trait from their father. But based on what Heath said, their father’s penchant for cheating belonged solely to him, alone. “Ready? I told Reeve I’d meet him at his car.”
“Yup…let’s go meet your cousin, the dog.”
“Oh my gods, please stop saying that,” Tristan said, laughing. Then, linking their hands together, he walked with his mate, side-by-side, over to the pack offices where Reeve was waiting for them.
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Dylon studied the four men sitting in front of him, analyzing their different expressions. As usual, Glenn was frowning at him, while Alex’s excitement made it nearly impossible for him to sit still. Then, there was Sawyer, who was shooting Glenn the evil eye—about what, Dylon wasn’t sure, but he’d bet it had to do with the unexpected appearance of Alex in his office. Shifting his gaze to Smokey, Dylon finally grinned at the smirk the bear was directing at Glenn.
Rolling his eyes, Dylon decided to ignore the elephant in the room and began, “I asked you guys here because…”
Nodding excitedly, Alex interjected, “It’s time to kick some butt, right? Well, between you, Smokey, me, and my mates, those freaking humans won’t stand a chance.”
“Buttercup, there’ll be no butt-kicking,” growled Glenn.
“Of course there will,” Alex said. “Those jerks need to know they can’t mess around with us.”
“See what you’ve done?” Sawyer muttered to Glenn.
“I didn’t promise our mate he could kick anyone’s butt,” Glenn grumbled, his frown growing deeper.
