“Put them in the sink. You have to rinse them before putting them in the dishwasher.”
“Why the fuck should I rinse them? That’s what the dishwasher is for.”
“For several reasons but the only one that matters to you is this: ‘Because I say so.’”
“Fine. Seems like a waste of time and water. But hey, you’re the boss.”
“At least I won’t get you in trouble.”
“Fuck off!”
Chapter 20
Dylon was getting dressed when he heard the knock.That must be Dakota.Opening the door, he saw Jackson leaning against the frame.
“Oh, hi, what’s up?” he asked.
“Your parents are going to San Francisco for a few days so your mother can take a cooking course.”
“Oh cool. She always wanted to do that.”
“Well, I don’t think your father is as happy about it as she is but he’s agreed to it. He’s asked to speak to you before he leaves.”
“Oh shit.”
“You should know that this morning he used his Alpha power on me full force.”
“Fuck! What happened?”
“Let’s just say, I don’t think he will be doing that again anytime soon,” Jackson smirked.
“Good for you.”
“I don’t know why he wants to see you, but I suspect it has something to do with that.”
“Maybe. My bet would be he wants to know if I’ll return with him and work for the High Council. Before you ask, my answer is no. My mate belongs here, so that is where I will be.”
“Fine. When do you want to see him?”
Dylon glanced at his mate, then turned to Jackson, “Give me five minutes and I’ll meet him in your study if that’s okay.”
“Works for me. What about Cody?”
“I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry.”
“See you then,” Jackson said, as he pushed off and walked down the hall.
Dylon shut the door and quickly walked to the bed. Stripping off the stained sheets, he threw them in the hamper and made up the bed with fresh ones while Cody watched. Then sitting at the foot of the bed he said, “I have to speak with my father but regardless of what he offers me, I won’t be leaving. I’m a member of the Blackwood Pack. And will make my home here with you, my Fated Mate. But until you are convinced of that, I know you will worry. So, climb into bed my pet, I’m going to put the cuffs on you. That way, you and I know you will be safe from any visions. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Cody answered as he rose and crawled on the bed until he reached his pillow. Lying down, he held out his arms to his mate and watched as Dylon secured the handcuffs once more to his wrists. His body relaxed as soon as he heard the clicks. He was safe again. Feeling the soft sheets on his skin, he closed his eyes, still tired from months of little sleep. He loved it when Dylon tucked him in and covered him with the blanket. The warmth reminded him of lying next to his mate, and gave him a sense of security. A soft kiss on his forehead and a whispered “I love you” sent Cody off to a visionless dreamland.
Dylon walked softly to their bedroom door, not wanting to wake Cody. He blessed his mother for figuring out how to give his mate time to heal, without having to deal with his father. Taking one last look at his mate, Dylon slipped out of the room quietly. Cody would be able to sleep without fear and he could leave his mate without worrying about him disappearing.
Strolling to Jackson’s study, he wanted this meeting with his father to be brief. Dylon wasn’t going to accept any job at the High Council. It was a battle they’d had many times in the past and Dylon had always said he’d consider it—unwilling to leave home with hard feelings between them.But now, well now is a whole different matter because I have a mate!
The door was open and upon entering, Dylon saw his father staring out the window. “You wanted to talk to me?” he asked, as his father turned around.
“Yes. Have a seat,” Frank said.
