Page 22 of Spooks & Specters

“It’s going to be a nice day,” Hudson said as the weather went off.

“Another sunny day in California. Who would’ve thunk it,” Kit quipped. “You know, as much as I love the weather here, I am starting to miss that fluffy white stuff that falls from the sky.”

“Well, you’re certainly not going to see snow in San DeLain, but if you’re craving cold temperatures and snow, I’ll put that on the list of things we want to do,” Hudson said.

“Ever been snow skiing?” Connie asked Kit.

“No, but it’s something I definitely want to try.”

“Then we will definitely do that,” Hudson said. “Hopefully soon. But in the meantime, let’s go eat breakfast and figure out what we want to do this Saturday.”

“Sounds like a plan. I seem to have worked up an appetite after last night,” Kit said, standing. “Let me go change, and I’ll be ready shortly.”

Connie set his cup down. “I’ll go help him.”

Hudson checked his watch. “I’m dragging the two of you to breakfast in ten minutes. You might want to keep that in mind.”

Kit’s cackle floated from the bedroom.

Connie jumped to his feet and made a beeline toward Kit.

“Ten minutes,” Hudson yelled. “If I have to come in there, Kit, I’ll dress you in a plain white T-shirt and a khaki pair of shorts—no lace, no sparklies, no nothing.”

“Good luck with that,” Kit yelled from the bedroom. “I don’t even own—ooof.”

Hudson snickered when whatever Kit was about to say was abruptly cut off. He started the timer on his watch because he was not kidding. They might not know they had plans for the day, but he did, and he wasn’t getting sidetracked.

TEN MINUTES on the dot, Connie and Kit walked back into the living room, and Connie was all smiles too. Someone probably got his cock sucked.

Kit wore a pair of flared leg yoga pants, high-tops, a white tank, and a light khaki casual long-sleeved shirt that Hudson was sure had come from his own closet. He’d also twisted his hair up into a man bun, and there were strands around his face. Connie was dressed in navy cargo shorts and a graphic T-shirt.

“Still hungry?” Hudson asked, waiting on his mates to reach him.

“Now more than ever,” Kit said, turning his face so Hudson could kiss him on the cheek.

Connie snickered at Kit’s words but dutifully turned his face so Hudson could kiss him too.

They walked to breakfast, went through the line, and sat down across from Beckett. Almost immediately, several dragons of Hudson’s court joined them. Since it was the weekend, most of the court was off work.

“Since most of you are here, if anything comes up, Iwillhave my cell phone on me, but if at all possible, let Torres, Beckett, or Stella deal with it,” Hudson requested, taking a last bite of his eggs.

Connie was his right-hand man, but he’d be with them at the lake. Torres was head of security for the court, so he could deal with security problems, but Beckett or Stella were in charge if shit went sideways, as they were the only two Ancients in the court outside of Hudson himself.

“Understood,” Torres said.

Kit perked up. “Are we doing something?”

“He has plans,” Connie whispered in Kit’s ear.

“Indeed I do, and if the two of you are done, let’s go back to our room and change into swimsuits.”

Kit rubbed his hands together. “Swimsuits, huh? Are we staying or leaving?”

“Staying.” Hudson stood, then pulled Kit’s chair out for him, then Connie’s.

Kit waved at everybody as Hudson herded them away from the breakfast area. A couple of his dragons called out suggestions of what they could do while on the water.

Kit shook his head as they left the eating area, his cheeks rosy. “I don’t know if that last one is even anatomically possible.”

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