“No.”
Wade made a pleased sound and withdrew his arm from a cupboard, coming away with a box of strawberry-flavored Pop-Tarts. He ripped open the top and drew out a packet. “Good. Because I’m planning on asking Marek for a private jet as a present this year so I don’t have to keep borrowing his and Sage’s.”
Riordan stepped close as the younger man tore open the foil packet and shook out two Pop-Tarts. He kept one and offeredRiordan the other. Riordan took it, even if Pop-Tarts weren’t his favorite snack. Anything Wade gave him, he would eat.
“Why would you need a private jet?”
Wade arched an eyebrow. “To come see you. There’s no way I’m driving up here and dealing with both Manhattan driversandBoston drivers in the same day.”
Riordan laughed. He settled his free hand on Wade’s hip, fingers sliding beneath his T-shirt to press against warm skin. He stroked his thumb over the jut of Wade’s hip bone, liking the way it made the other man’s breath catch. “But you would if you had to, right?”
“Yeah, I would. But I’d expect to be greeted with all the snacks for having to be stuck in traffic.”
“Anything you want,mo chroí,” Riordan said before kissing Wade in a kitchen that didn’t belong to either of them, but it still felt like home with Wade in his arms. “Anything for you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“I have a boyfriend now.There will be no shovel talk,” Wade announced as he banged his way into Sage and Marek’s home. “Patrick already gave it.”
The rest of his pack, sprawled across the couches and chairs watching a game, stared at him in silence for several seconds before they started talking over each other.
“What do youmeanyou have a boyfriend?” Jono demanded.
“Patrick left him alive?” Marek asked.
“I’m getting my laptop to start a background search,” Sage said, already standing. “What’s his name?”
“Uncle Wade!” Lillian shrieked.
Wade made a face at his pack before striding over to steal his niece off Marek’s lap and toss her into the air above him before catching her as she screamed in glee. “This is why you’re my favorite.”
Jono stood, peering past them at Patrick, who was closing the door to the apartment. “Who is it?”
“I can’t believe you’re asking Patrick and not me,” Wade said.
“One of the selkies who was involved with the whole fae mess up there,” Patrick said as he came over to greet Jono with a kiss.“Wade saved his sister, then saved all of them from some sea serpent.”
Sage came back into the room, laptop open and cradled in one arm as she tapped away at the keys with her other hand. “I want to know his name.”
“Oh, come on. You don’t need to do a deep dive on him,” Wade protested.
Sage ignored him, looking at Patrick in order to get all the information she wanted, which Patrick happily gave her. “Riordan Maguire. He’s a selkie.”
“Thank you,” Sage said, settling back down in her spot and focusing on her laptop. “I’ll tell you what I find.”
“Cheers,” Jono said. “Wade, come help me in the kitchen.”
Wade groaned and handed Lillian back to Marek after blowing a raspberry on her stomach, making her giggle. Then he dragged his feet all the way to the kitchen, slumping against the counter as Jono rummaged through the pantry and came up with a bag of tortilla chips and a jumbo-sized jar of queso.
“I’m allowed to have a boyfriend,” Wade said.
Jono nodded. “Yes, and we’re allowed to vet him. So what’s he like?”
Wade perked up when he realized that Jono wasn’t going to try to talk him out of the nascent relationship he was building. To be fair, neither had Patrick, and he knew Sage wouldn’t as well. His pack just wanted the best for him, and Wade was pretty damn certain that was Riordan.
So he rambled about his time in Boston, explaining everything that had happened and going off on multiple tangents about Riordan. He went through three bags of chips, two jars of queso, and an entire casserole dish of chili cheese fries that Patrick decided to make and which Lillian loved because she was the best snack niece ever before Wade’s story finally wound down.
“He’s at least four hundred years older than you,” Sage said at the end of his story.
