I could’ve driven, of course. But Vancouver traffic still intimidated me. Mission City was much easier to deal with. Soon, though, my license would be upgraded, and I’d be able to drive on my own. How long before I headed into Vancouver solo was an entirely different question.
The beat of the house music in the club matched the vibe of the low lighting. Tables were clustered in front of a stage.
I strained to see the pile of puppies as Daddy paid our entry fee. I twisted the handle of my cloth bag in my hands. My ears, paws, and tail were all inside. As I watched the enthusiastic pile, though, I wondered how everything would stay in place. I planned to wear shorts. I wasn’t yet ready to go naked.
Several pups were. Along with several who were in various states of dress and undress.
Zahir grasped my hand and guided me farther into the room.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I caught sight of someone I was certain I recognized. “Uh, Daddy?”
“Yes, Rocky?”
“Is that Jai playing rope with Lorcan? And Foster watching?” The words didn’t come easy. Because I couldn’t figure out why three men I knew from Mission City—all friends—were here tonight.
Zahir stilled. Then pivoted his attention to the table.
My gaze followed and locked with…my half-brother. “This is too weird for words.”
“I have to agree with that.” Zahir gripped my hand. “We’re out of here if you want to go.”
“How do you feel?” Because I still couldn’t sort this out.
Demetrius hesitantly waved us over.
Jai, clearly noticing the movement, turned my way. His dark eyes widened and, after a moment, he grinned. He bounded over to Demetrius’s feet and rubbed himself against the man’s thigh.
Foster and Lorcan—both a bit older and wearing knee pads—joined their respective partners. Lorcan with psychologist Cody and Foster with lawyer Arnav. I knew Lorcan and Foster worked in the construction business together.
Mind made up, I squeezed Zahir’s hand. “Well, this is going to be interesting.”
“I’d say.” Clearly having understood my interest, Zahir gently guided me to the table.
Cody, Demetrius, and Arnav all stood.
Zahir extended his hand.
The handshakes felt incredibly formal, and I wondered if this was how Daddies greeted each other.
Demetrius held his hand out to me.
I grasped it—but not in a handshake. No, I grasped it between mine like a lifeline.
“You okay?” His forehead creased in concern.
“Fine. Just…fine.” Because, as my nerves settled, things began to make sense.
Arnav grabbed two chairs. “Join us?”
“Sure.” I gratefully took a seat.
“I’m going to grab us a couple of drinks. Root beer?” Zahir met my gaze.
“Yes. Please.” I took a deep breath. “Daddy.”
His gaze passed over everyone—almost as if daring them to comment. When no one did, he headed to the bar.
Demetrius chuckled. “Well, that answers one question.”
