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Ian smirked before his gaze swung back to the road.

The guy was a walking temptation.

Those eyes pierced hearts.

His smile stirred passion.

But his promise ignited Jace’s soul.

Chapter Eleven

Spending time with Myla and Inez was quickly becoming Ian’s second favorite pastime. The two women were like rays of sunshine.

His first, without a doubt, was touching Jace. Feeling his mate’s warm skin beneath his fingertips, watching his sexy blush spread across his cheeks like wildfire, the scarlet coloring saying more than words ever could.

Hearing his mate groan with pleasure or seeing the way he nibbled on his lower lip when he was deep in thought.

Every moment spent with Jace was like a guilty pleasure for Ian. From the way his mate had opened up like a nourished flower in the sun to his shy moments, where he was sometimes at a loss for words, Jace captivated him completely.

Ian adored the confident side of his mate that stood up for himself and the introverted side that made Ian want to shield Jace from the world.

“I still can’t believe someone vandalized your car,” Myla said when she placed the dessert Ian and Jace had picked up from the bakery on the table. It was a decadent triple-layer chocolate cake, drizzled in caramel goodness with crushed toffee sprinkled over the top. One bite guaranteed a sugar-induced coma.

But it would be worth it.

“Send those hooligans my way and I’ll straighten them out.” Inez nodded. “Kids are too spoiled these days. They’re filled with a sense of entitlement. I had to work for everything, including the mattress I slept on.”

“You did not.” Myla rolled her eyes, looking at Ian with a smirk.

“Maybe not the mattress.” Inez giggled, an empty shot glass next to the half-eaten food on her plate. “You boys don’t know how good you have it.” She reached across the table and gave Ian’s hand a loving pat. “Get to my age and you’ll be a lot wiser, young man.”

Ian was nearly four times her age.

“You’re the wisest woman I know.” Jace grabbed the cake knife from one of the drawers but stopped and stared wide-eyed at his mom. “The second wisest, since Mom is the all-supreme, sharpest, most beautiful sage-wielding woman on this planet.”

Myla winked at her son. “Nice save, buddy.”

“That’s because I want a piece of that cake,” Jace mumbled so softly that only Ian picked up on what his mate said. Clearly the ladies didn’t because they hadn’t reacted to Jace’s cheekiness.

When Jace sat down, Ian rested his hand on his mate’s back. Myla served the slices, setting a huge piece in front of Ian.

“I’m going to bounce off the walls,” he said.

“You bought it, so you get the biggest piece. Unless you want to switch with Jace.” She tried to grab Ian’s plate, but he yanked it out of her way. Myla chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to eat every last crumb.” Ian grabbed his fork from his dinner plate and dug in, his other hand still touching his mate.

Myla went to the refrigerator and returned with a gallon of milk. She poured everyone a glass then sat down and took a bite of her cake.

“Oh my.” She pressed her fingers to her lips. Ian’s muscles tightened, wondering if she didn’t like the cake he’d chosen for dessert.

“What’s wrong?” Jace asked.

“This is amazing.” Myla took another bite, her eyelids fluttering closed. “I swear Sanjay has the power of heaven in his fingertips. I’ve been to Sweet Spot so many times I’m surprised they haven’t named a dessert after me. I’d trade my first born to know how Sanjay creates these masterpieces. Mama needs her sugar fix.”

Ian’s body relaxed at seeing her enjoy the dessert.

“I’m your firstborn!” Jace scowled indignantly at her.

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