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They were currently on to a new pick. The Rake and the Drake. As soon as Milo had seen the unbuttoned, white-flowing shirt and titties out on the cover, he’d been sold.
“I’m still not happy with you going there again,” he said, plucking the book from Milo’s hands and flipping to the first page.
“I know,” Milo said. “But I don’t mind it. It’s for science.”
Rowan grumbled in his chest. “You’re not a test subject.”
“I don’t feel like one. It’d just be nice to know more about my own heritage. In whatever way possible.”
Rowan softened. “Don’t lose hope. They could still be out there.”
“If they are, they clearly don’t want to be found,” Milo said. He had been looking for his parents with no success. They’d left no clues when they abandoned him. “And I think maybe I should just let them have that.”
“Have what?” Rowan asked.
“Anonymity? Privacy? A life without me there? I guess it’s what they wanted, so it feels a bit weird pushing to find someone who doesn’t want you.”
“You want to stop searching?” Rowan asked carefully.
Milo paused for a second before nodding. “I think so, yeah. The people at the registry said they could try and find my dragon breed through some super special blood tests they have, and that’s good enough for me.”
“You sure?” Rowan asked.
Milo looked up into his eyes. “Do you care? About my breed. Does it…does it change anything for you?”
Rowan felt his heart stutter and he shook his head, cupping Milo’s cheek. “Nothing changes. Nothing ever will.”
“Then yes, I’m sure. If I’m enough for you and my hoard, nobody else really matters.”
“I love you,” Rowan said.
“Love you too.” Milo smiled, reaching up to kiss him softly on the lips before snuggling in again.
Rowan lifted the book back up and rolled his eyes at the ridiculous title.
“Oh…” Milo said. “Before you start. I got tea.”
“You don’t like tea.” Rowan frowned.
“I mean tea like…info, gossip, intel.”
“You sound like the world’s loudest, least secretive spy.”
“You’re being mean to me again. I could die!”
“Not. How. It. Works,” Rowan said again. “What’s the gossip?”
Milo perked up. “Where’s Ruben at the moment?”
“On tour?” Rowan wasn’t really sure where his brother was. The farther from his mate though, the better. He was still salty about the hug.
“Okay, but where, specifically?” Milo asked.
“Boston? I think,” Rowan said, racking his brain.
“Guess who is also in Boston. Allegedly by pure accident.”
“Millions of people are in Boston, Milo.”
