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“Well, it’s not like it’ll make me stop making love to you in the mornings.”
“Hmmm.”
Adler turned back toward the bathroom when a knock at the door made him freeze.It was not the kind of knock—neither in determination nor intensity—that Gordon thought a little werewolf was capable of, but he hadn’t heard the front door, hadn’t heard anything.
And yet, that wasn’t Mil outside their bedroom door.
Shit, shit, shit, who is this?
Chapter 26
Adlerwasusedtoearly morning phone calls, and he was used to middle of the night phone calls.Those came with the job, and he’d never had a problem with it.
What he did not appreciate was someone banging on his door the morning after a full moon when his mate was still sweet and soft and drowsy from their lovemaking, possibly vulnerable.
Adler growled.Only fools would invade a mated couple’s privacy like this, and he would show them.
“Adler?”Gordon was sitting up, his eyes wide, the sheet having slipped off him all the way to the waist, revealing what no one other than Adler should be seeing.
“It’s fine, sweetheart.Lie back down.”
Adler pulled on sweatpants and made for the door.
He opened it to Maxim’s wide smile and Clement’s deep frown.
“Such a beautiful morning after the moon, isn’t it?”
“Maxim?How the fuck did you get in here?”
Maxim indicated Clement and craned his head forward so he could see into the bedroom.
Adler closed the door and positioned himself between the hunter and his mate.
“My goodness, Adler, you’re such an overprotective oven mitt.I had a feeling and bid Clement to make sure we wouldn’t interrupt you and Gordon.There was this one time when Bryan forgot to alert me to the fact that Heath had company, and my baby boy had things to say about my sudden presence during his attempted coitus.I told him it mattered not, and that he was to ignore me, but he impolitely disagreed.Are you well after the shift?We brought food.”
He pointed at the Lar.Clement standing sour-faced behind Maxim, eyeing everything, justeverythingvery critically.However, the Lar had a large paper bag in his hand, and the contents smelled of sugar and butter, and Adler’s mouth watered despite himself.
“Maxim, what are you doing here?And why’s he—” Adler pointed at Clement.“—here?”
At the other end of the hallway, Mil poked her head out from the kitchen, some bread roll thing with raisins and nuts dangling from the corner of her mouth.
“Uncle Maxim said you wouldn’t mind if he visits.He showed me how to work the toaster oven.”
“Irresponsible, letting a child handle fire,” Clement mumbled.
Maxim sighed.“Dear Clement, perhaps you’ll oversee Milea?She is such a capable young wolf, but your presence would be a boon.”
“Only fucking adult here,” Clement added, still mumbling, as he made for the kitchen.Mil hopped into the hallway, hugged him, and took his hand to lead him into the small room.
“Are you just here to check up on Mil?”Adler asked, feeling his heart sink.
Maxim, whatever else he might be, was still alpha.In his alpha-ness, if he thought Adler incapable of doing what his own alpha had assigned him when she’d told him to take care of Mil, then Adler had failed not only the little wolf, but also pack leadership.
“Not at all, detective.But I seem to recall it’s customary to offer a wolf fresh from the moon side of the month some moon cake or cake or anything baked and sugared on the morning after.Though by the smell of it, you alreadydevoureda sweet treat this morn.”Maxim’s eyes tracked up and down Adler’s chest.
At any other time, Adler would have felt flattered to be examined like this by an alpha, but not with Gordon here.Also, Maxim was wearing his hunter’s blacks, a fact Adler registered only now.
“Why are you dressed like that?”
