Which is when Cecilia snorted, clearly impatient with the territorial posturing. “Two? Okay? Send two.”
To which Simon answered: “Agreed.” And since Simon was the bear alpha, Hank had no place to argue. But he could assert some protections.
“And I’ll be there,” he said. Cecilia opened her mouth to argue, but he cut it off with a hard squeeze on her arm. “To help. With the science.”
Wolf exhaled loudly, the sound derisive, but he didn’t bother to argue. And a moment later, he turned on his heel and left like a damned military dictator. His men separated enough for him to leave first, then they filed out with paradelike precision. Men on four sides, wolves extending in a perimeter beyond.
Pompous ass.
Still, Hank watched closely to make sure every single one left. And while he was peering out the window, all his senses on alert, Cecilia rounded on him with a huff.
“And now can I use your phone? I need to record my impressions of that testosterone-fest. Was that just human male? Or are all you shifters prone to that kind of display?”
Hank didn’t bother responding. Turns out, he didn’t need to because both Mother and Alyssa answered together.
“Both.”
