“Hey, everything okay? You’ve been lost in your thoughts for a while,” Ethan said softly.
Nuallan blinked and looked at his mate. He wasn’t talking to Nick and Andy anymore. Actually, Nick was nowhere to be seen, and Andy was playing with the remote. The movie on the screen was over, names rolling down the screen. Nuallan hadn’t even noticed it.
Ethan kissed his cheek, and Nuallan smiled at him. “I’m fine. I was just thinking.”
“I can see that. You didn’t even hear me talking to you just a second ago. What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing important.”
Ethan wrinkled his nose. “Sure didn’t look like it. You know you can talk to me about whatever worries you, right?”
Nuallan nodded. “I know, but really, it was nothing important. I was just thinking about the shop, and the house. About our life.”
Ethan’s smile was gorgeous. “Yeah, I think about those things often. It’s hard to believe I was a middle-aged single lonely man only a few weeks ago. Now I’m mated to you, I’m moving in with you and your brother, and you’re helping me at the shop.”
Nuallan shook his head. “You were never middle-aged.”
“But I was single and lonely.”
“You won’t have to be lonely ever again. And don’t let your mother hear you when you say you were lonely. You know she’d try to find you new friends.”
Nuallan had met his new mother-in-law once. It hadn’t gone too well, but he was ready to try and do his best, for Ethan. Ethan’s mother hadn’t yelled at him or anything. She’d actually welcomed him into her home, but things had been awkward, and she’d been cool. She probably needed time to warm up to him. Nuallan didn’t think for one second she wouldn’t grab the opportunity of introducing new people—new men—to Ethan if it presented itself.
Nick came back in the living room, and Nuallan knew right away something was wrong. Nick wasn’t a smiley guy to being with, but he was downright grim right now.
“What is it?” Andy asked, the remote forgotten as he got up from the couch.
“Looks like things aren’t going as smoothly as we thought they were.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know someone stole Zach’s car the other week, right?”
“Yeah.” Everyone knew that.
“Someone brought it back. They left it at the entrance of pack territory. The tires were slashed, the windows are all broken, and apparently, someone used a baseball bat on it. There are also words written on the hood.”
“Words?”
Nick’s lips flattened. “Go back to your cages, animals, or we’ll take care of it ourselves.”
About the Author
Catherine lives in Italy, country of good food and hot men. She used to write fantasy as a child, but it was reading her first gay erotic romance novel that made her realize that that was what she really wanted to write.
After graduating from college in English language and translation, she divides her day between writing, reading, taking care of her son and reading some more.
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