Shaking his head, Eamon replied, “Uh-uh, no smelly feet.”
Catching Remy’s eye, Carson said, “Boys, how about you help me clean up while your brother gets Rune ready for bed?”
“You don’t have to,” Remy said, “it won’t take me long because Rune’s very tired from his day out.”
“Hey, no problemo. I used to do it all the time,” said Carson.
“Okay, then,” Remy agreed. Rising, he lifted Rune out of his high-chair while looking at his brothers. “Guys, be good. Do whatever Carson says.”
“We will,” Galen said and, looking at Carson, added, “Tell me what to do.”
“Me, too,” shouted Eamon.
Nodding, Carson said, “Captain Galen, can you bring the dishes to the sink?”
“Yup,” Galen replied, slipping out of his chair, picking up a plate to take to the sink.
“Good,” Carson said. “Commander Eamon, can you bring me the broom?”
“Uh-huh,” Eamon answered, crawling down from his booster seat.
Carson grinned before getting to work. He’d promised Galen he’d shift after dinner, and he intended to keep that promise.
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By the time Remy pushed open the kitchen door, everything was shipshape and Carson was sitting at the table with Galen and Eamon playing a game of Snap. “Can I play too?”
Grinning, Carson’s heated gaze met Remy’s before continuing down to his mate’s crotch. “Sure, playing with you is fun.”
The tips of Remy’s ears reddened as he sat down, keeping his eyes on the cards in the center of the table. “Who’s winning?”
“I am,” Galen said, turning over another card. “I’m trying to hurry so Carsso can be a wolf.”
Cocking his head, Remy looked questioningly at his mate. “A wolf? Is that a new game?”
“I told Galen I was a wolf shifter…” Carson began.
“Remee, do ya know that? Carsso uses magic to be a wolf,” Galen said. “Can my magic do that? Can he show me how to be a wolf?”
“Hey! Why only Gally?” Eamon pouted. “I wanna be a wolf, too.”
“Neither of you has that kind of magic,” Remy said.
“Why not?” Galen asked.
“Because your magic is warlock magic,” Remy responded.
“Mommy said my magic is powerful,” Galen said, angrily. “IfIcan’t be a wolf then I think he’s lyin’.”
“Galen! Apologize right now!” Remy ordered, appalled at his brother’s behavior.
Placing a hand on his mate’s leg under the table, Carson said, “Galen, do you believe in magic?”
Rolling his eyes, Galen said, “Uh-huh. I can do spells…so can Eamon and Remee but we can’t be a wolf.”
“Well I can, but I can’t do spells,” Carson said. “Back home, in my pack, there are some who can change into bears, wolves, and even a dragon, but none of them can do spells. Different paranormals can do different stuff…you can do a spell…I can become a wolf. Now, are you ready to see me turn into a big wolf?”
Jumping up from his seat, Galen nodded. “Can Eamon come too?”
