Scott smiled. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine.”
“If you say so, but remember even doctors need someone to listen to their problems.”
“You’re right,” Scott replied. “But I’m fine, honestly.”
“I get you want me to drop the subject, and I will. Just remember my door is open if you want to talk.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.”
Scott smiled, feeling much better. No doubt he’d get at yelled at by his bearer about the whole Fenrir thing. He’d broken one of Odin’s rules by making Fenrir his blood brother without speaking to the ruler of gods first. But when it came to the love of his mate and family, he would break every fucking rule to protect them.
“So, back to my question. How are you doing, Joseph?” Scott asked.
“Have you ever heard the joke about the priest and a vampire who walked into a bar?” Father Jenna started, making Scott burst out in laughter.
Chapter Twenty
“You’re a hard man to find these days,” Donald said when Quintus walked into his office.
“You knew where to find me,” Quintus said.
“Nice collar,” Donald said, complimenting him. “And you look happy.”
“I am,” Quintus answered with a smile. “But I didn’t come here to discuss my relationship with Scott. You said you need my help setting up the Fourth of July shindig.”
Donald groaned and covered his face. “Why the fuck did I volunteer to do this?”
“You’re trying to prove to Chance that you’re good at organizing things.”
“But planning this thing is a fucking headache.” He looked at Quintus in alarm. “Please tell me Scott and his band are playing at the extravaganza?”
“Um…don’t you think you need to ask him yourself?”
“I would, but he doesn’t have a cellphone. And every time I bump into his assistant, he tires me out with his hyperness.”
Quintus chuckled. “You do remember Chance is a member of the band too, right?”
“Shit, how I could I forget something like that,” Donald said, taking a deep breath. “I’m sure he’ll want to play at the event, right?”
“Go ask him.”
“I can’t,” Donald whined.
“Why?”
“He’ll yell at me or tell me I’m asking dumb ass questions...again,” Donald groaned.
Quintus looked at his friend and noticed something was different about him. Donald looked flushed, as if he was coming down with the flu. When he wasn’t covering his face, he was scratching at his skin—almost turning it red.
“Dude, are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?” Donald looked at him perplexed.
“You keep scratching at your skin. I hope you don’t have chickenpox or something.”
“Shifters don’t get human diseases, remember? I changed my laundry detergent, and I’m getting an allergic reaction. I went to the hospital, and they gave me something for it. I’m just waiting for it to kick in.”
Quintus wasn’t sure he believed Donald, but there wasn’t anything he could do but wait until his friend was ready to talk to him about what was bothering him.
