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Another silence fell, but it was lighter now. “I think I’m gonna stay for now,” Mostyn then said.
“Yeah?”
“It feels right.”
“I would be very happy.”
“Yeah?”
He bumped Mostyn’s shoulder. “Very happy. I’m sure you and I could create our own porn show.”
Mostyn snorted, then full-out laughed. “Nice segue. Not a live one, though, I hope?”
“You’re not into exhibitionism?”
“Actually, I don’t know. Never tried it. But definitely not the first time.”
“First time, huh? I like where this is going.”
Mostyn let out a sigh, then leaned his head against Isam’s shoulder. “Me too.”
6
His conversation with Isam kept playing through Servas’s head, but no matter how he looked at it, he always came to the same conclusion: Isam had a point about the three of them.
On the surface, the idea seemed too wild to even consider. After all, Servas hadn’t even met Mostyn, who’d only been spotted outside his cottage for the first time the day before. Apparently, he’d been sleeping and recovering all that time, which spoke volumes about the condition he’d been in when he arrived.
But the more Servas thought about it, the more it made sense. He felt a connection with Isam, and the alpha felt a connection with Mostyn. That meant something, right? It had to. All Servas needed was to meet Mostyn and find out if he also felt any sparks.
He had meant to stop by Mostyn’s the day before, but they’d had a plumbing emergency followed by a leaking roof, so he’d been working his ass off all day. By the time he was finally done, Lucan had reported Mostyn was asleep again, much to Servas’s disappointment.
He was determined not to let another day go by, so he made sure his crew had everything handled, then headed over to the beta’s house…but no one answered the door. When he peeked inside, Duer’s door was closed—no surprise there—but the doors to Lucan’s room and to Mostyn’s room were open. That meant he was gone.
Dammit. He couldn’t be far, but the ranch was still big enough that it could take Servas a while to track him down. There had to be an easier way.
Hmm, the security team usually knew everyone’s locations, if only because they consistently walked rounds and communicated with each other. So maybe he could ask Isam? It would basically be killing two birds with one stone—though that was maybe not the most romantic expression in this case. Then again, nothing about this whole thing was romantic.
Finding Isam turned out to be easy because Servas ran into Bray, who told him Isam was standing guard at the front gate. Servas headed there, ignoring Bray’s curious look. Oh, he was under no illusion that anything about this would stay secret, but he sure as fuck wasn’t gonna feed the flames.
Isam was exactly where Bray said he would be, and his eyes lit up when he spotted Servas. Okay, that felt good. At least the alpha was happy to see Servas. That counted for something, right?
“Hey,” Isam greeted him. “Out for a little stroll?”
Servas chuckled. “To the front gate? Sure, let’s go with that.”
Isam flashed him a wide grin. “I like you.”
“Yeah? What about me do you like?”
Isam did a thorough look around, checking their surroundings, then refocused on Servas. “You’re not afraid to speak your mind. That’s not always the case with omegas.”
Didn’t he know it. “It took a long time for me to get here, and it’s still not always easy.”
“I can’t even imagine.”
“My father is very traditional, adhering to strict role patterns. My mom wasn’t raised that way, as she’s Lidon’s father’s younger sister, but she adapted to my father’s opinions, I guess. He expected me to marry and have babies, and instead, I’m leading a construction crew, which he considers an unsuitable job for an omega.”
“Fuck him.”
