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Rogue nodded. “Once in a while, I do.”

Wrath huffed, glaring at the bacon in the pan, and Rogue sat his coffee mug aside and stepped up behind him. The man’s big, muscled body engulfed him, brushing against his back.

“It slipped my mind,” Rogue husked near his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Rogue ran his palms down, cupping and squeezing his ass before moving them around the front of his track pants to slip inside the waist. Rogue cupped his junk and Wrath grew hard.

“The eggs will get cold,” he cautioned with a grunt.

“Let them.” Rogue reached around him, flipped off the stove, and took the spatula from his hand to place it on the counter.

When he was spun around and backed up into the long granite bar opposite them, Wrath wrapped his arms around Rogue’s neck.

Far be it for him to argue when his man was hungry for something other than food.

“This looks like the place.” Wrath frowned over at Rogue, who was texting on his phone.

The city of Keeler, California was not far from the Nevada border, and on the drive, Rogue had suggested they go over for a visit after finding Rebel.

Drive out of state?

It was an odd request, but Wrath agreed because it sounded like Rogue wanted to spend time with him.

“What if we find Rebel and what do we do with him while we’re in Nevada?” Wrath questioned, driving his SUV into a small neighborhood located in a quiet subdivision of track homes.

“We’ll take him with us,” Rogue mumbled, his eyes on his phone.

“Who’s that?” Wrath felt his irritation rise.

The man jerked his eyes up from the phone. “A friend.”

Well, that sounded like a lie, but Wrath stayed silent and his gut turned sour. As far as he knew, Rogue had never lied to him.

Was Rogue involved with someone else?

Wrath shoved aside that way of thinking. No way in hell was he going to be a jealous dick.

“Is your friend in our profession?” He jerked his chin toward the man’s phone.

“Kind of.” Rogue rubbed a hand at the back of his own neck and tucked away the cell.

“How did you meet?” He parked the truck and shut off the engine.

“That’s a story for another day,” Rogue murmured.

Wrath shut off the engine and turned abruptly in his seat to hold Rogue’s gaze.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Okay…” Wrath puzzled over who Rogue was close to other than Echo and Fisher, but he came up empty.

Was this person family? Had Rogue found his relatives and wanted him to meet them? The thought sent warmth to replace the sourness churning in his stomach.

Whoever this person was, they were important to Rogue.

“Come on,” Rogue said before he could formulate a response, and Wrath followed the man out of the SUV.

The home was nice and the middle-aged, nicely dressed woman with her dark hair pulled back in a bun smiled at them as she welcomed them inside.

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