Quintus attributed it all to the towns magic. No one had objected to Rosemary handing over the reins of the mayor to Chance. It seemed as if it had been meant to be. Quintus was happy Chance was willing to have Donald aide him in the growth of Vale Valley and its future. Quintus looked at Donald and figured either the town itself led him to become a contributing member of Vale Valley community, or it was something he felt he needed to do.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”
“I don’t know, you seem jumpy,” Donald commented.
“Aren’t you two cozy.”
Quintus turned and smiled when he heard Grayson’s voice. He was holding one of the triplets. Quintus couldn’t tell which kid it was, because they looked exactly alike.
I should know my godcub just by his smell.
Quintus stepped closer to his friend and took the baby out of his arms. He bent down and gently caressed the tip of his nose against the child’s check to his forehead, taking his scent. Quintus loved children and couldn’t wait to have cubs of his own. But first, he had to find a mate.
“I’m pretty pissed off with both of you,” Grayson said.
“Why now?” Donald said.
“You two started dating and didn’t tell me.”
“Where the hell did you get that information from?” Donald asked.
“Well, you two spend an awful lot of time together. For the record, if you two are dating, I approve,” Grayson told them.
Quintus wasn’t paying Grayson and Donald any attention, the four-month-old in his arms was much more interesting than what they were talking about.
“You look good with a baby in your arms.”
Quintus froze and prayed to all the gods above it wasn’t who he thought it was. Taking a deep breath, he raised his head and his eyes connected with a beautiful shade of blue. That shade should be illegal.
“It seems you’ve been avoiding me. I’m starting to feel a bit insulted.” Scott stepped closer to him and the baby and rubbed the back of his finger against the boy’s chubby cheek. “I don’t mind chasing after you, pretty kitty. But be prepared to give me what I want when I finally catch you.” He leaned down and kissed the baby on his forehead and then swaggered away, leaving Quintus’s human emotions in turmoil and his cheetah purring at how close theirmate...
What the fuck?
Slowly he turned and surveyed the room, wondering if he imagined things.
Is Scott my mate? I need to get out here.
The baby in his arms stirred. Looking down at him, Quintus then brought him to his shoulders and soothed him before he started crying but the thought of Scott being his mate swirled in his mind.
“Why didn’t I notice before?”
“Notice what?”
Quintus turned at Grayson’s question. “Nothing important,” he lied.
“Why don’t I believe you?” He looked at the baby and then smiled. “I knew it was right to pick you as his godfather. He looks so comfortable in your arms, and you got him to sleep, too.”
“Do you want him back?”
“Nope, he’s safe with you. I’ll take him back once the meeting is over.”
Shit, I was going to try and sneak out once the meeting starts.
“So, when were you going to tell me?”
“Tell me what?”
“That you’re into BDSM?”
