Page 24 of Claimed By the Hunter

“I’ll be here if I can,” Roman said.

“Thanks, guys.”

Hunter looked at both.

“Uh-oh, I know that look,” Roman said, narrowing his gaze at his brother. “It was the one that always got us in trouble.”

Blake threw back his head and laughed.

Hunter shrugged. “This might be one of those times.” He turned to the other man. “Blake, this pertains to you, too.”

Blake’s smile fell, making Roman laugh.

“Oh, hell. What is it?” Blake said.

“I don’t like how the women are alone in the store. We don’t have the time to check on them, but it will drive me crazy, not knowing for sure.”

The other two men nodded.

“Even if we took turns, we’d still not be able to see they’re safe,” Roman said.

“I want to put a few cameras in their store. Then we’d be able to check on them whenever we wanted,” Hunter said. “We could set them up so we can use them on our phones and computer.”

The other two men glanced at each other. Hunter could tell they liked the idea but was just worried about how the women would take it if they found out.

“So, you’re saying we wouldn’t tell them?” Blake asked.

Hunter snorted. “I don’t think so. Can you see any of them saying, ‘Of course you can spy on us anytime you want’.”

The three laughed.

“I say we do it,” Roman said. “We’ll deal with the repercussions later. The fact my mate is pregnant makes me even more determined. I’m in.”

“I’m in, too,” Blake said. “Butwhen, notif, they find out, we’ll all probably have to move to my cave for a while.”

Hunter laughed. He knew it would be bad, but it was necessary for his peace of mind.

“When can you get it done?” Blake asked.

“I can probably get Jory to do it tonight.”

“Do you think she’ll keep this secret?” Blake asked.

“I think so when I explain why we’re doing it,” Hunter said.

Roman grunted. “I wouldn’t put any money on a bet. She’s a woman. You never know what the wonderful little creatures are going to do.”

Hunter chuckled. “We’ll do the best we can.”

Hunter got in his car and drove to a friend of theirs. They’d all grown up together and had stayed good friends. Jory was a woman you didn’t want to piss off. The last time he had, his brothers and he had woken up to a yard filled with hundreds of pink flamingos. It was funny now, but his brothers had been pissed at him at the time. They helped him clear out the birds but cursed him the whole time. Hell, he still had the birds in one of the sheds. He’d have to think of a good way to use them.

He walked into what was supposed to be a store, but it looked like utter chaos. There were things everywhere. But if you looked closely, you could see how she’d organized everything, and he knew from experience that she knew where every little thing was.

“Yo, Jory,” he shouted.

“Back here.”

He walked back to the table she used to fix computers or anything mechanical. So far, there had never been anything she hadn’t been able to fix.

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