Josiah ended the call and sat down.Well, nephew, how do you like the size of my balls? Thought you had me, did you? Stupid Pup! You won’t get out of this one so easily. Now for the ultimate ‘fuck you’.He hit a button on his phone and waited for the call to connect to Rudy.
“Rudy here.”
“They’ve been served. Make sure you’re ready.”
“Everything’s in place.”
“Good.”
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The music was playing once again as Logan woke up. Listening to it he could feel it wrap itself around his heart. Content and relaxed, he lazed on the sofa, thinking about nothing at all while his world fell into place. No more anxiety, tension, worry—all gone as if they’d never existed.
He felt reborn and reenergized, ready to finish all the work waiting for his design genius—to give his nephew and niece a nursery worthy of the journey they’d made, and another for a prince—or princess—as the case might be. He wanted to look at the ancient artifacts Ian received when he mated with Colton because an idea was forming in his head about using them.
Then, there was the design that was driving him nuts—Cody’s home for gay boys. No matter what changes he made, it just wasn’t right, but he was determined to make it perfect. When Cody and Dylon approached him initially with their idea, he was so fucking proud of his brother, and touched that they wanted him to do the design. As he drew up the first set of plans, he cried allthrough it, thinking about the boys who would be living there after being rejected by their parents.
That’s why it had to be right—it had tofeellike a home—a home filled with love, so the boys’ souls could recover from the worst thing that could ever happen to a child—feeling unwanted by parents they trusted. But every time he tried to draw a home he ended up with a dormitory—hardly helpful in erasing bad memories. Logan was determined to get it right and after a great night’s sleep, he felt he would have the ‘ah ha’ moment today, signaling the breakthrough he needed to do justice to Cody’s dream.
After those major jobs, he still had to redesign Dakota’s kitchen, the great room, Cody and Dylon’s suite and Colton and Ian’s suite. Thinking back to the days after the massacre, Logan was sure he would never have another design job again while they hid from their uncle and his attempts to kill him and his brothers. His twin knew how upset Logan was when he was forced to give up his schooling. He’d been only a year away from an Interior Design degree, but that dream was tossed to the winds when they were forced into hiding.
Chuckling to himself, he remembered how upset he’d been about Jackson finding his Fated Mate. So afraid Jackson would leave him, as had happened for a summer when they were young. Logan had mixed feelings about Steel for a while, but in the end, his brother was happier than he had ever seen him, and Logan ended up with a nephew and more design jobs than he could ever have believed possible.
The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts and after fishing it from his pocket and looking to see who was calling him this early, Logan answered. “Hello bro, how’s Daniel?”
“Good morning to you, too. Daniel’s doing fine which you would know if you came down from your design tower.”
Logan grinned. “Design tower? Really?”
“What do you call it?”
“Uhmm…my design studio?”
“Well, I guess that’ll work. Listen, the reason I’m calling is to let you know I’ll be calling a pack meeting after breakfast today and I want you there.”
“What’s the problem?”
“Josiah filed a complaint against us claiming we killed our parents and everyone else in the…”
Logan sat up. “That fucking asshole. Of course, I’ll be there.”
“Good, because I’m worried about how Zane will react, and I need him…well, his computer skills…to find the proof we were in Las Vegas at the time.”
“Got it. Do you want to meet first?”
“Good idea. After breakfast but before the meeting. Are you gonna come down or eat in your room?”
“I’ll be down. Tell Dakota. I’ll see you soon, I need to take a shower.” Logan quickly ended the call and rose, intent on getting into the shower quickly. Remembering Dakota’s instructions, he opened some windows to air out the place. Checking his cock and wolf, Logan was glad to find both were behaving themselves this morning. Even the thought of seeing Kieran had no effect on them which was most strange.Could I have been sick?The more Logan thought about it the surer he was. Certainly, if Kieran had been his Fated Mate, his symptoms would not disappear overnight…Oh my gods, unless he died!Frozen in place, he considered the possibility but rejected it after seeing his wolf calmly grooming himself. Logan shook his head at the ridiculous thought.No, he isn’t my mate and I must talk to Ian to make sure I don’t have a relapse.
Jumping into the hot steaming water, he let it course over his body, enjoying the feeling of it. Grabbing some shower gel, Logan lathered his body before rinsing off days of sweat and grime. Turning the water off and grabbing a heated towel, he dried himself quickly as he thought about what to wear for Kieran…ugh, not for Kieran…what to wear, period. He had to stop thinking of Kieran this way because if Cody ever found out, there would be hell to pay.
Without thinking, he grabbed his skinny jeans that showed off his package nicely and a skin-tight t-shirt in a deep, dusty rose color. Finger-combing his hair, Logan checked himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. The shirt color emphasized his eyes and his rosy lips. Picking up his phone and slipping it into a pocket, Logan grinned. He was finally going to see Kieran again. Slipping out of his room, Logan never realized his thoughts were all about the pink-loving twink.
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Kieran was dressed in his signature pink, as he and Norman made their way to the great room. Theo was helping out in the kitchen this morning and, as Norm explained, learning how to make Miss L’s signature Frittata. Ki turned to Norm, “You haven’t said a word about your time with Carson. What did you do? Did you like it? Or do you want to change, because we can ask Cody to assign you to someone else. You don’t have to stay there, you know.”
Norm gave a little smile. “Are you going to laugh if I tell you I like it? I mean, it’s not like what Theo is doing…I mean, how amazing were his steaks last night? Right?”
