“For fuck sake, stop exaggerating.” Scott didn’t hide the annoyance in his tone.
“I do not exaggerate,daddy’s boy. If you’re his mate, I feel for you. Because he’s a total daddy’s boy, and I’m pretty sure he’s secretly stuck at eight years old.” Kingston waved. “My name’s Kingston. Everyone, except for the control freak standing beside you, calls me King. Are you doing some kind of community service program that has you stuck with this loser?”
“Um…no?” Quintus answered, looking from Scott to Kingston, unsure what the hell was happening.
Scott ignored the jab about him being a daddy’s boy. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard it, and it had stopped bothering him years ago.
“Says the jackass who runs from every alpha who wants to shake his hand. Why are you here?” Scott narrowed his eyes at Kingston and knew he was running away from something. “Who did you punch this time?”
“My boss,” Kingston mumbled.
“Do I need to bury his body?” Scott growled. Kingston was a pain in his ass, but he was family. No matter what, he would go to bat for him any day of the week, because that’s what family did for each other.
Well, except for Loki.
“I’m pretty sure he has it taken care of,” the blond guy said, looking a little shell-shocked. Kingston smiled at him in thanks, and Scott could tell it surprised his cousin as well. Scott was in for a shock when Kingston squeezed blondie’s hand and tangled their fingers together for a couple of seconds.
Okay, what the hell?
“Good, it’s comforting to know you paid attention when I taught you how to defend yourself when we were kids,” Scott told him.
“How could I not? You wouldn’t let me eat until I made you bleed.” Kingston smiled.
“Damn right I wouldn’t,” Scott smiled proudly.
“Okay, I’m so fucking confused,” Quintus said. “I thought you guys hated each other.”
“I was wondering the same thing,” Kingston’s guy said, frowning as he adjusted the baby in the carrier strapped to his chest.
“Hate is such a strong word,” Kingston interjected.
“We’re family,” Scott added and pulled Kingston into a hug. “It’s good to see you. I’ve been worried about you.”
“I told you before, I know how to take care of myself,” Kingston said, pulling back from his arms.
Scott looked from Kingston to the man standing beside him with a baby strapped to his chest. “When were you going to tell me, you had a kid?”
“What?” Kingston’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh, fuck no. Not mine. Nope.”
“Yeah, no. Mine, though,” the guy said. “I’m Jonah. And confused.” Jonah smiled and waved.
“Oh, I know you,” Quintus said. “You’re opening the new daycare by the lake.”
“I am. And this is Anya, my daughter.”
“I’ve been meaning to come and see you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his business cards. “I’m Quintus Wolfe, from Wolfe Construction. If you need any help, I’ll have a couple of my guys come over and help you out.”
“Oh, that’s great. But I can’t pay you, it’s why I’m doing it on my own,” Jonah said taking Quintus’s card.
“That’s no problem. It will be free of charge on your end. We like to help each other out here in Vale Valley. So, give me a call if you need help.”
“I’ll do that. Thanks,” Jonah smiled and pocketed the card Quintus had given him.
“Hey kitty, I need to talk with my cousin for a second.” Scott didn’t wait for Quintus to respond and grabbed Kingston by his shoulders, pulling him aside from the two other men.
“Watch it,” Kingston said, as he pulled away from Scott’s hold. “Just because you’re the only one I let manhandle me, doesn’t mean you get to do it whenever you get a bug up your ass.”
For fuck sake, he’s in one of those damn moods.“You’re not going to distract me,” Scott said. Kingston turned, and Scott grabbed him by his shoulders, narrowing his eyes at him. “What the fuck are you doing? Please tell me you’re not leading this guy on.”
