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Probably not.

He picked up the acorns and put them in his pocket. Maybe Declan would like them.

The squirrels raced across the ground.

The sun moved across the sky.

Shadows moved across the ground.

Grass grew, so slowly he couldn’t see it.

Geir’s heart slowed.

His thoughts slowed.

It was what he had always done.

Chapter 12

Declan

Declan looked forlornly toward the woods. He wasn’t sure if he’d done something wrong, but Geir had certainly left in a hurry.

Declan was being too needy again. Too pushy.

It was difficult, though. He didn’t know anyone here. He didn’t have his books to escape into.

On the other hand, maybe Geir just had work to do. He still hadn’t explained about his job, but there must be something that he did all day, on some unpredictable schedule.

Probably something awesome like defending the forest. Maybe he had some magical power where he could charm animals and heal trees. Perhaps he could purify the water with his touch.

Declan was still kind of holding out hope for aliens.

Declan chuckled to himself. Being a kraken shifter was already cool beyond anything he could have hoped to discover, and he needed to get his imagination under control.

Geir was probably doing something much more mundane. Building houses or fixing tractors. He looked like he was good with his hands.

Declan sighed, taking in the faded walls and ratty couch. He was really starting to like Geir a lot. It wasn’t just the hot sex and the tentacles. When they were together, it was like he was the center of Geir’s world.

Their minds worked differently, and sometimes it threw Declan for a loop. Geir was abrupt sometimes, but he seemed more confused and quiet than anything else. It was kind of endearing.

Declan just needed to be realistic about what he could offer. Even if reality sucked sometimes.

He might want a man who would dote on him every second and cater to his every need, but that wasn’t real life.

He would have to make his own adventures, just like he had always done. He’d spent the past couple of days drawing when Geir left, but he couldn’t live that way. Especially since Geir didn’t seem to have much money and didn’t need to eat.

Declan would need to make money.

Which reminded him that he really did need to figure out whether Mike had left anything in his account. And maybe look for a job.

Well, that would give him a mission, at least.

He wished he’d asked Geir about using his truck, but it was too late now. He was about ninety percent sure that Geir wouldn’t mind if he borrowed it—Geir hadn’t said a word about anything else that he used in the house for the past few days.

On the other hand, Geir hadn’t exactly asked him to stay. Claiming him during sex was totally different. Maybe he’d be out of a place to stay and back on the road when he got his car back tomorrow, anyway.

That settled it for him. He needed to take his phone and find somewhere with internet.