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There was something strange about the cabin when they approached it from the air.

When Uriel flew them closer, he realized that scraps of bright pink were woven through the trees.

Around the cabin.

They were party banners, he realized, pulling to a sudden stop in midair. “What...”

Behind him, hanging off the back of his broom, Bruiser looked around too.

Then he groaned. “Fuck.”

“You know what’s going on?” Uriel asked.

The alpha sighed heavily. “You think? This looks like the work of a Butler Brother.”

Uriel stared at the largest banner—it was stretched between two trees, painted across with huge black text.

Teamwork Makes The Peens Work.

“That’s...” Uriel cringed. “Your butler?”

Bruiser only muttered, “Hunner, get your ass out here.”

It didn’t take long before someone came dancing through the trees. He was short and round, with snow-white hair and a walrus mustache, and he moved so easily in his suit that it seemed like part of him.

“Long Hose Master!” he cried.

Uriel cringed again. “Long Hose Master?”

The butler winked.

“Ugh,” Bruiser said. “Stop calling me that!”

Hunner waggled his bushy eyebrows. “But your firehose is... long.”

Uriel pressed his face into his hands. “I don’t... need to know that.”

But his heart gave a double thump, because he knew that Hunner was absolutely right. And he had witnessed exactly how long it was last night.

“You don’t need to talk about my hose,” Bruiser hissed at his butler.

“Of course not. Once is enough. But here are some sizes for future reference.” Hunner grinned smugly and measured out some sizes with his hands.

Uriel was so damn glad he did not have a butler. This was mortifying.

He was embarrassed on Bruiser’s behalf, and he didn’t even like that alpha.

“Oh gods,” Bruiser said into his hand. “Please go away.”

For once, he and Uriel were on the exact same page.

Uriel dropped the protective spells around the cabin so he and Bruiser could land. When they were close enough to the ground, Bruiser dropped lightly to his feet. Uriel hurriedly landed in front of the door and unlocked the cabin so he didn’t have to hear more about Bruiser’s ‘firehose’.

“Why in Hell are you here?” Bruiser hissed at his butler.

“I saw a charge on your credit card and figured I should check it out,” Hunner said innocently. “You didn’t say you weren’t coming home last night.”

“Well, you’ve seen the cabin. It’s a legit charge. Now you can go.”