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“Where the hell did you just take us?” R.W. demanded.

“I left the guys here, after they attacked me.” The young man waved his hand. “The Hunt was on, so I brought them here to get rid of them, and told them to run.”

“You brought them here,” James repeated.

“Yes.”

“And they ran because the Hunt was on.”

“Yes. Plus the guards were coming as they could sense an unauthorized human entry.”

“Unauthorized human entry?” R.W. looked incredulous. “What, you trying to tell us you're from outer space or something?”

“No. Just Fae, see?” the young man suddenly shrank in size and wings appeared behind him.

James began to wonder what was in the coffee they'd been brought earlier.

“Oh, by the way, my name is Silas and you,” he pointed at James, “are my mate.”

19

“Man, I appreciate you coming up to help me put this stuff together,” Steve said as he opened the front door.

“Hey, you're paying me, remember? Beer and all the pizza I can eat.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve laughed and shook his head at his friend's antics. “Jeff's gone for the beer. Told him while he was out, he might as well pick up the pizzas.”

“Just as well. He doesn't know a screwdriver from a wrench.”

“He's not that bad,” Steve protested.

“Dude, you do remember the time he tried to change his own oil?”

“Well, yeah, but this is flatpack furniture, with cartoon instructions.”

“Okay, but when your kid's furniture end up with five extra pieces, not counting a million left over screws, I get to say I told you so.”

“Well, he can always sort the pieces and read out the instructions, right? He offered to help and I couldn't say no.”

Tim laughed. “Yeah, he can do that. Besides, I'm just messin'. Though I have seen Instagrams of flat pack furniture disasters, so it is possible.” He glanced over at the coffee table. “You guys pick the invites out yet?”

“Yeah, Mom cornered me right after we got home from the coffee shop. I picked out two and she got Jared to pick out two when he got off work. One of the two we each had picked turned out to be the same one, so she went for that one. And we decided to go with the little bottle of bubbles there for the tables. You know, to blow after we finish our vows and go back down the aisle.”

“Man, I can't believe how much shit there seem to do. Glad I'm not the Alpha Heir. Too much crap you gotta do.”

“Heh, as one of my betas, you're having to go through it with me.”

Tim groaned. “I know. But hey, at least I just have to do what I'm told and not actually plan any of this. Well, except for security, but your dad's betas are handling most of that.”

“Speaking of security, I spoke to Desmond about those two FBI guys. He says he wasn't at any of the clubs on the nights that anyone he heard of was assaulted, and that he'd let the agents know that.”

Tim glanced at him sharply. “What about Jared?”

“Jared is torn between telling them about his assault and trying to deflect any attention away from himself and the pack. He's also freaking out in case the guys somehow find out and come find him and maybe hurt him and the baby. Mom's taken him baby shopping to try to take his mind off things until he's ready to process this new aspect.”

Tim stood in the doorway of the spare room. “More shopping? From the looks of in here, you guys could open your own store.”

“It's for bedding and accessories this time. All this is furniture, some clothes, a stroller and car seat, think there is some kind of swing thingamajig too.”