“Oh, can’t they? From what Paul said, it seems Simon is making up his own fucking rules as he goes these days.”
Isaac noted the silence from the others, gazes ping-ponging back and forth between him and Michael. “Let’s take this outside.”
Michael spared a look at the table, then nodded, marching out through the back door without a word.
“Good luck with that,” Sam muttered into his mug.
“Thanks.” Isaac took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he followed Michael outside. One of them needed to remain calm, and judging by Michael’s pacing, it was going to have to be him.
Shutting the door behind him to give them a modicum of privacy, Isaac walked a few steps closer, then stood with his feet slightly apart and arms folded.
Waiting.
Michael knew he was out there, but when he still hadn’t acknowledged him after what must have been thirty seconds, Isaac had had enough. “Michael.” That one word cut through the air like a whip, heavy with alpha power.
So much for keeping his calm.
