Page 28 of The Doctor's Wolf: Part Two
“Fuck, fine.Can’t even plan my move in peace here.”
Heath took the phone and walked off to take his call outside the bar.
Bryan looked at Maxim.“I don’t like it when you do that.I don’t want anyone to move out.”Someone hissed under his breath, and Gordon turned to see Clement give Bryan a dirty look.“Well, he can move out whenever he likes.But I don’t want family to leave, Maxim.”
And Adler, either moved or just rattled, put his arm around Gordon’s shoulder.Not going to lie, but this feels nice.
“Oh, don’t worry, Bryan.Heath is a good boy, and he would never leave us.”He leaned toward Bryan.“Still, we must make sure he knows how much he would be missed.”
Adler huffed.“Alphas do this too when they don’t want someone to leave the pack.”
“I feel distinctly uncomfortable to be included in this conversation too,” Gordon said.
Bryan looked at them.“Don’t.You are always welcome to sleep over.”
I don’t know how Lares work, but was that a threat?Or was he trying to be nice?
Bryan turned his attention back to Maxim.“Don’t upset him.I don’t like it.”
With that, he walked off.
Maxim grinned at them.“Being me isn’t easy.But Gordon, just before you joined us, we were talking about how wonderful it is for Adler to be able to deduce your mood from your hair color.”
Gordon cocked his head.“That’s not how hair dye works.”
Adler on his right gave him a quizzical look but said nothing.Instead, he lowered his gaze, evading again.
Wait.Is my mate saying I change my hair color when I change my mood?
Maxim looked at Gordon and absentmindedly twirled the end of his braid.“Your locks shimmer with the calmest blue and the brightest hue of hot white passion, so I propose that your dye job should henceforth be called confession.”
Heath came back.“Ha!Made the old bat drop another rhyme, Gordon?”
Gordon rolled his eyes.On his right, Mil was walking up to them, a tray with a cocktail on it.Behind her, Clement carried a second tray loaded with more drinks for their table.
The little wolf looked at Gordon.“Hi.Clement said I should make you a Mai Tai.”She put the tall glass with the orange umbrella with red swirls down in front of Gordon.
Clement served the others.“Everyone loves a Mai Tai.”The bar Lar gave Gordon a sharp look, daring him to complain.
Instead, Gordon took a sip.“Well, thank you.And this Mai Tai is excellent.Did you make it yourself?”
Mil nodded, brushing her head against his shoulder, weirdly, and was off again, Clement close behind her.
Adler leaned over.“That’s just telling you she likes you.It’s a wolf thing.”
“I hope she put more gin in my refill,” Heath mumbled.
Maxim spun to stare at his son.“Darling, are you ill?Did your phone call make you ill?”
“I’m ignoring you is what I am,” Heath said.“Plus, if we are going to be talking about this whole shitshow again to catch Gordon up, I’ll need this.”
“Talking about what?”Gordon asked.“The murders?I mean, you have my preliminary report.”
Maxim leaned close.“Those, yes.And the conspiracy.”
Gordon nodded.“Yeah, I thought you three looked suspicious.What are we planning?Take down the Forum’s bureaucracy?”
Adler cleared his throat.“Not what he means, sweetheart.This is serious.It’s about Pearson.”
