He did the same for Lane’s cat, I’d heard.
The two of them were pampered house pets, captive, maybe, but exactly where they wanted to be.
Lane glanced up toward the house, a small smile already forming on plush, glossed lips. His long red hair was curled loosely, bouncing softly against his white puffer jacket as he walked up the drive beside Greyson.
Greyson’s eyes jumped from window to window as the couple started up the walkway, until they locked on Wes and me through the glass.
He immediately slowed.
“He can see the chairs,” Wes said flatly.
“Yes, but not the occupants yet.”
Greyson’s gaze flicked behind me, then he smiled.
“See?” I said. “He’s excited.”
The front door opened a moment later.
“Hello?” Lane called as they stepped inside.
“In the dining room!” I chirped.
A minute later, they’d climbed the stairs to the second level and found us in the formal dining room.
Lane appeared first, shrugging out of his jacket to reveal a shimmering blue shift dress, his expression warm and curious.
Greyson stepped in behind him, looking from the charcuterie board to the two duct-taped men sitting rigidly at the table.
One of the accountants made a muffled, panicked noise through the tape.
Greyson blinked once, then nodded. “Game night?” he asked calmly.
“Yes!” I beamed before turning to elbow Wes. “Told you they’d like it.”
Wes just looked up toward the ceiling as if seeking divine intervention.
Meanwhile, Lane finally caught sight of what had his husband so interested.
“Oh,” he said. “Somehow this makes more sense than what I was imagining.”
Greyson folded his arms. “What are the rules?”
Wes threw his hands up. “Why are you asking that like it’s a normal question?!”
Before I could answer, the low roar of a motorcycle echoed up the gravel drive.
Lane happily walked to the windows, bypassing the duct-taped men without a care. “It’s nice you invited Dorian and Josh,” he called over his shoulder. “But don’t you think Josh might be a bit too… well, for lack of a better word,nicefor what you have planned?”
The bike came into view seconds later, purring as it rolled to a stop near Greyson’s car.
Dorian swung one leg off first.
Even from inside, his presence felt intense. He moved like a predator who had learned how to mimic human behavior well enough to pass in public. Tattoos covering most of his body, dark-haired, eyes sharp as knives.
I addressed Lane, “Maybe, but he knows what his partner is. I didn’t want to leave him out.”
Josh climbed off behind Dorian, pulling off his helmet and stretching his back.
