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Cole said, “We need to find mates for you two and soon.”
Rory made a scoffing noise. “I’m in no hurry.”
“Why not?”
“I like being a bachelor with no ties.”
Justin glanced at Cole, who met his gaze with a frown because Rory had just lied. But neither of them would call him on it.
The introspective cat shared nothing until he was ready.
Shrugging as if Rory’s comment hadn’t mattered, Cole said, “You’re missing out. I love every minute of having a mate.”
“Oh, sure, rub it in our faces that you’re getting laid around the clock,” Justin teased. He’d love a mate, too, but he had serious doubts about ever bringing Herc to the table for that decision. He wouldn’t choose one his bear didn’t accept, and Herc hadn’t liked any Justin had met.
Stretching his arms over his head, Cole muttered, “It’s taking forever to get inside the ward this way.”
“Hey, what are you complaining about? I’m the one toting a loaded backpack,” Justin tossed out.
“Like you even notice that weight,” Cole countered. “If you can’t manage, ask Herc to carry it. He probably needs the exercise.”
“Let’s get inside the ward and shift so Herc can show Gray Wolf how his claws and fangs are in top shape.”
“Bring it, bear.” Cole grumbled, “Whose idea was it to park half the world away and walk five miles to get to the ward entrance?”
Rory actually snickered. “My idea. Being mated has made you soft.”
“Fuck you, cat.”
“Take him up on it, Rory,” Justin quipped. “That’s the only action you’re gonna get with your sour attitude.”
Cole suggested, “Or you could pour whiskey over your hand to get your usual date drunk.”
Justin laughed.
Rory called Cole a colorful name and gave Justin his middle finger, then chuckled.
Justin warned, “Don’t be saying I’m number one to you, or you’ll make your left hand jealous.”
Rory huffed out a long breath. “I deserve bonus time off for putting up with you two. I can’t wait to see the woman who can put up with your shit, bear.”
Justin grinned, just to piss off the cat. At least Rory had stopped complaining about Adrian’s wolf opening a can of whoop-ass on his jaguar. “You two girls still shaking in your boots about Adrian’s wolf?”
Rory didn’t answer. Instead, he made a gravelly, rumbling sound deep in his throat.
Cole gave Justin a you-just-have-to-be-a-dick look.
Laughing, Justin said, “Damn, when did the two of you turn into pussies?”
Cole sent him a repeat glare.
Rory let out a loud snarl.
Just to poke at their pride, Justin said, “’Cause if you’re having second thoughts, just say so. Herc and I can whip Adrian’s wolf into shape.”
That brought on even louder cursing. Cole said, “I’m not bailing out, asshole.”
Rory mumbled, “What he said, dickhead bear.”
