“He’s nice,” he said, searching around for anything to say. “He works out a lot.”
Dylan didn’t actually know that, but even werewolves didn’t have bodies like that without putting in the work.
Annie furrowed her brow, pausing in the act of applying her lip balm. She put it back in her bag and folded her hands on the table. “Dylan, do you not know anything about this man?”
Dylan’s blush was answer enough.
“Dylan!” Annie grinned. “I feel like I’m seeing a whole new side of you. You’re seeing him again tomorrow, right?”
He nodded and then buried his face in his hands. He was so embarrassed!
Taking a deep breath, he decided to confess. “Him and his mate.”
For once in her life, Annie was struck speechless.
“What do you mean, mate?” she finally spluttered. When Dylan didn’t answer, she kicked his leg under the table. “Dylan, are you fucking a werewolf?”
Dylan bit his lip and shrugged. Annie’s eyes widened.
“Dylan, are you fucking two werewolves?”
Her voice was loud enough that they got several curious stares from neighboring tables.
“Maybe?” Dylan’s voice was high.
“Dylan, you know that there are intermediates between not having sex for a year and getting into a three-way situation with two werewolves, right?”
Annie bit her lip, a startled look suddenly crossing her face. “Were they both in your bathroom last night?”
“No!” Dylan shook his head, looking around again. People werelooking. He lowered his voice to a hush. “I haven’t actually met them both at the same time. I met August on Friday, at my doctor’s appointment, and then I met Ryker last night. I have a date with both of them tomorrow.”
Annie stared at him, looking like she couldn’t decide whether to be proud or worried.
“All right. Werewolves.” She took a deep breath and adopted a neutral expression. “Tell me how that happened.”
Dylan was very much not going to tell her how it happened. Not only because that would mean sharing details about his sex life, but also because he didn’t think she’d approve of the way Dr. Schaffer had hit on him.
The man hadn’t exactly followed patient procedure.
Dylan decided to go with carefully selected truths, rather than trying to lie.
“August is a doctor. I met him at the clinic where I got my mole removed. We talked, and then one thing led to another, and then he asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him and his mate. I said yes.”
“One thing led to another, how?”
“And I met Ryker last night,” Dylan continued, ignoring the question. “He was out for a run, and he decided to stop by and say hello. I invited him in and we… you know.”
“I do know, but I want to knowmore.”
That wasn’t happening, and they both knew it.
“I’ll tell you more about them after tomorrow. I haven’t really gotten to know them yet.”
“Because you were busy having sex with them.”
It was not a question. Dylan wished he could deny it. He felt like such a slut.
“They’re really tall.”
