“He did, and I quote: ‘The color will complement your brown eyes by bringing out the flecks of gold in them’,” Dakota giggled. “I never knew your eyes had flecksbecause I only see melted chocolate when I gaze into them.”
“Does everything remind you of food?”
“Not everything, but your eyes do,” grinned Dakota. “So what about the shirts? Okay?”
“Sure. Do we have time for a hanky-panky shower?”
“Of course. You’re the guest of honor so the party can’t start without you.”
“Good point.”
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Strolling with his mate to Logan and Kieran’s suite, Dakota thought about the fantastic time they had this week in Edinburgh; he was sad to see it come to an end. However, duty called and it was time for him to resume his job as chef for the Blackwood Pack. As much as he wanted more time here with Slate, he was also eager to get back to try out some of the many new recipes he’d collected in Scotland, especially those he’d learned to cook at the Thai Cookery Masterclass.
His brother Zane had arrived in Edinburgh yesterday, and they’d had a raucous dinner in Logan’s suite—everyone was in a light-hearted mood with the stress of Slate’s kidnapping behind them and news of Fionn’s father’s death. Tonight, on Dakota and Slate’s last night in Scotland, they were all having a celebratory dinner at the Wolf Pack Pub, picked by his mate because he wanted Dakota’s bad memories there to be erased with good ones. As they walked down the hall to rendezvous with the others in Logan’s suite, Dakota said, “Holy shit! Listen to that! We can hear everyone all the way out here in the hall. I hope Logan reserved a private room at the pub or we’re going to disturb a lot of other diners.”
Chuckling, Slate said, “Logan did. It’s a good thing, too, because I can only imagine the amount of time it’s going to take deciding what everyone wants to eat.”
“Well, I know what you’re going to have for dessert.” Dakota snickered.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yup! Bear Bug Ice Cream!”
“I don’t know. I was leaning toward the Fire Honey & Thyme Pastry.”
“Uh-huh, sure you were,” Dakota giggled, as he opened the door to Logan’s suite.
“I was,” Slate protested, ushering his mate inside.
“Hey, Kota, Slate, what took you so long? I’m starving,” Zane shouted.
“Sorry, something came up I had to take care of first,” responded Slate.
“Really, man? You going with that old excuse?” asked Logan.
“I bet they were doing hanky-panky again,” announced Theo.
“Duh! Of course they were,” Kieran said. “Good thing my mate made our reservation for a half-an-hour later than I told you because I knew when it comes to you two doing hanky-panky, food comes second. Not to worry because I made good use of the time with my mate but now I’m with Zane because I need fuel for tonight’s round of fun as I’m sure you do. By the way, love your shirts and how they make your eyes stand out. So, is everyone ready to go to the famous Wolf Pack Pub?” After seeing everyone nod, Kieran hopped off Logan’s lap and said, “Let’s go,macushla,and feed our squirt.”
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Logan was grateful his spirit didn’t alert him to danger during the drive to the pub, which was a good thing because they needed three cars to accommodate everyone. He grinned as he watched them exit their vehicles and join him at the front of the pub.
“Look,macushla,” Kieran said, pointing to the sign.
“Isn’t that cool?” asked Dakota, “You can only see it if you’re a shifter. Wait till you hear the story about it. C’mon, you guys are going to love the food.”
After they all entered, Zane ended up standing next to Fionn. Looking around inside, he took note of all the shifters sitting at tables and booths and was amazed at their variety. As the waiters glided from table to table, air currents swirled around Zane, carrying with them the scent of delicious food.
Holding Dakota’s hand, Slate pushed through their group and walked up to the cat shifter who had greeted them the last time they were there. “Hi, we have a private room booked.”
“Ahh…yes, here it is. The Blackwood party. Please follow me.”
As they all followed the cat shifter, a new scent reached Zane, making his mouth water. Stopping, he searched the pub, trying to find its source, acutely aware of what had just happened. His eager wolf pushed forward and Zane’s cock grew hard as he scented his Fated Mate.
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