get away with
jeans and flannel shirts in court, that’s what he’d wear.
“I need shoes and socks too.” Damien told him while he
pulled on the clothes he’d been given. It would have been nice if Kenyon had
thought of underwear, but that didn’t appear to be a fashion accessory for the
Hawk. Damien carefully eased the steel trap around his cock as he zipped the
fly and adjusted himself until he was comfortable. Or at least, as comfortable
as he was going to be in Kenyon’s clothes.
“You could have just shifted. It would have been faster,”
Kenyon drawled. Damien glared at the hawk.
“Right, and have some idiot call the cops because they saw a
feral dog? Now that would be smart. It’s easier for a hawk to shift and
get out of here with none the wiser, but Chase and I would create hysteria in
the streets.” Damien shook his head.
“Oh…right. You poor, pathetic landlubbers.” Kenyon shrugged
with little concern, hiding his smile.
“Better a landlubber than an airhead.” Chase elbowed Kenyon,
nearly knocking him over. The bear rarely pulled a punch with another male,
regardless of species.
“Gentlemen, while I enjoy the Stooges as much as the next
man, your entertainment value is rapidly deteriorating.”
Kenyon rolled his ice-blue eyes at the bear and they turned
their gazes back to Damien. “So how are you going to find her?” Chase asked
him.
Damien opened his mouth to respond and found he had nothing
to say. He could probably scent her for a while, but he was willing to bet that
she’d made a run for it. He might be able to track her back to her office.
Possibly even to her home, but he was sure she wouldn’t stay there.
“Damn. I’m not sure.”
Chase sighed as he rolled his eyes in exasperation. “She
obviously marked you.” He nodded at the scabbed-over wound on Damien’s chest.
“By the way, put on a shirt, will ya? Females pant for you, but your hairy
chest really doesn’t do anything for me. I’ve seen it before.”
Damien grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it on. He looked at
the front. It was a picture of Pikes Peak and the caption read, Rocky
Mountain High . He sighed. He had to go home and get changed before the bad
taste rubbed off.
“So what’s your point, Chase?”
“Knowing you, and I do, you marked her too. Right?”
Damien nodded.
“She’s your True Mate?”
“True Mate? Whoa…” Kenyon whistled.
“Yes, she is. Cut to the chase…Chase.”
“Just for that, I’ll let you figure it out.”
“Just spit it out, Bear!”
“If you marked each other and you are True Mates, then
you’re going to start sensing each other. Feel each other’s emotions…thoughts.
If you focus, you’ll know exactly where your bitch is. If you are very lucky, she won’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late, so you can get
to her before she starts focusing on you.”
Damien smiled. Then he grinned. Finally he started to laugh.
She was so screwed and she didn’t even know it! He was going to find
her, and when he did, he was going to make sure she never left him again.
“How do I do this?”
Chase shrugged at his question. “I haven’t found my True
Mate either, you know. I just know my parents never had to talk about anything.
They would just stare at each other then look at us cubs, and there’d be hell
to pay.”
Damien tried to reach out for her and picked up a flash of
an image. She was grabbing clothes out of drawers and throwing things on a bed.
He could see that she was packing an overnight bag. She seemed a little
frantic. Almost scared. He frowned as the image slipped away. She
shouldn’t be scared of him. Damn it, he didn’t want that even if he did want
payback for her abandoning him without a stitch.
“Unpleasant thoughts?” Kenyon’s deep mellow voice brought
him back to reality.
“Shit. She seemed scared. I don’t want my Mate scared of
me!” Damien frowned.
“It must have been some seriously hot sex. I’ve known
females who
jeans and flannel shirts in court, that’s what he’d wear.
“I need shoes and socks too.” Damien told him while he
pulled on the clothes he’d been given. It would have been nice if Kenyon had
thought of underwear, but that didn’t appear to be a fashion accessory for the
Hawk. Damien carefully eased the steel trap around his cock as he zipped the
fly and adjusted himself until he was comfortable. Or at least, as comfortable
as he was going to be in Kenyon’s clothes.
“You could have just shifted. It would have been faster,”
Kenyon drawled. Damien glared at the hawk.
“Right, and have some idiot call the cops because they saw a
feral dog? Now that would be smart. It’s easier for a hawk to shift and
get out of here with none the wiser, but Chase and I would create hysteria in
the streets.” Damien shook his head.
“Oh…right. You poor, pathetic landlubbers.” Kenyon shrugged
with little concern, hiding his smile.
“Better a landlubber than an airhead.” Chase elbowed Kenyon,
nearly knocking him over. The bear rarely pulled a punch with another male,
regardless of species.
“Gentlemen, while I enjoy the Stooges as much as the next
man, your entertainment value is rapidly deteriorating.”
Kenyon rolled his ice-blue eyes at the bear and they turned
their gazes back to Damien. “So how are you going to find her?” Chase asked
him.
Damien opened his mouth to respond and found he had nothing
to say. He could probably scent her for a while, but he was willing to bet that
she’d made a run for it. He might be able to track her back to her office.
Possibly even to her home, but he was sure she wouldn’t stay there.
“Damn. I’m not sure.”
Chase sighed as he rolled his eyes in exasperation. “She
obviously marked you.” He nodded at the scabbed-over wound on Damien’s chest.
“By the way, put on a shirt, will ya? Females pant for you, but your hairy
chest really doesn’t do anything for me. I’ve seen it before.”
Damien grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it on. He looked at
the front. It was a picture of Pikes Peak and the caption read, Rocky
Mountain High . He sighed. He had to go home and get changed before the bad
taste rubbed off.
“So what’s your point, Chase?”
“Knowing you, and I do, you marked her too. Right?”
Damien nodded.
“She’s your True Mate?”
“True Mate? Whoa…” Kenyon whistled.
“Yes, she is. Cut to the chase…Chase.”
“Just for that, I’ll let you figure it out.”
“Just spit it out, Bear!”
“If you marked each other and you are True Mates, then
you’re going to start sensing each other. Feel each other’s emotions…thoughts.
If you focus, you’ll know exactly where your bitch is. If you are very lucky, she won’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late, so you can get
to her before she starts focusing on you.”
Damien smiled. Then he grinned. Finally he started to laugh.
She was so screwed and she didn’t even know it! He was going to find
her, and when he did, he was going to make sure she never left him again.
“How do I do this?”
Chase shrugged at his question. “I haven’t found my True
Mate either, you know. I just know my parents never had to talk about anything.
They would just stare at each other then look at us cubs, and there’d be hell
to pay.”
Damien tried to reach out for her and picked up a flash of
an image. She was grabbing clothes out of drawers and throwing things on a bed.
He could see that she was packing an overnight bag. She seemed a little
frantic. Almost scared. He frowned as the image slipped away. She
shouldn’t be scared of him. Damn it, he didn’t want that even if he did want
payback for her abandoning him without a stitch.
“Unpleasant thoughts?” Kenyon’s deep mellow voice brought
him back to reality.
“Shit. She seemed scared. I don’t want my Mate scared of
me!” Damien frowned.
“It must have been some seriously hot sex. I’ve known
females who
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