Responsibilities. Come on.”
“I’m right here. Damn you.” He was hard, angry and starving.
He was all the way to the car when he realized he’d never
gotten his steak and eggs.
Chapter Six
Cort finished his steak and went to find Kyle. Again. He
tried the man’s office first.
No luck, but Bryan, Kyle’s secretary, looked up, tilting
like the sweet bird he was. “Can I help you, sir?”
“I need Kyle.” He could sort this out.
“He’s trying to work out housing needs for the new Master.
Dragons are large. I can page him and get an ETA for when he’ll be available.”
Cort sighed. “Do you know what arrangements he made for the
pups that came in last night? There would have been five of them.”
“He put them in the respite quarters, sir. They all wanted
to stay in a single room together. I met them all this morning—so charming.”
“They’re, uh, young.” Cort wasn’t sure about charming, he
only had eyes for his mate. “How long can they stay?”
“I don’t have any control over that, sir. That is decided by
the owner.”
“But what arrangements has Kyle made?” Cort could pay for
rooms if he needed to. He had money.
“The current rooms are reserved.” Bryan tip-tapped on his
laptop. “For two weeks with meal privileges. After that, I’m not sure.”
“Oh. That’s wonderful. Thanks, Bryan.” He turned to go then
remembered. “If you can let him know I’m looking for him when he comes back,
please.”
“Absolutely. I’ll put you on his list.”
“Thanks, Bryan.”
He left, wondering what he was going to do now. He had the
whole day open ahead of him and no one to share it with. His mate was out
there, the moon was coming and the bond was new and raw, itching at him,
keeping him on edge. He understood that it was important for Finn to help his
family, but he could help with that, make it so Finn didn’t need to be away
from him. He was the only one left of his pack, he had means.
His phone buzzed, a text showing.
Miss u.
It warmed him deep in his belly. Just those five little
letters.
Carefully typing, he sent back Miss u 2 .
Lunch 2day?
yes. where?
Finn texted him a picture of a little sandwich shop then a
street sign.
noon?
yes.
See u soon.
The day suddenly seemed much shorter and better. His pup
wanted him. Was calling to him.
Cort took a cab to the sandwich shop, looking and scenting
for his pup as soon as he got into the restaurant. This was owned by the same
man who owned the diner and he soon found Finn working in a cordoned-off area,
painting.
Cort sat on a bench, watching Finn work, seeing the tension
in his pup, in the two smaller boys. They didn’t belong here. The thought was
sure and strong. It was the truth. This wasn’t the place for any of them. They
needed a home.
A large man came in and the littlest pup cringed, hid behind
Finn. Finn was calm though, polite. It made Cort want to growl, his fingers
curling into his palms. The man nodded though, shook Finn’s hand then passed
over an envelope. Everything was all right.
Relaxing back against the wall, Cort waited for his pup to
notice him. The three pups came out from the cordoned-off area, Finn coming
right to him as the other two bounded away. Cort opened his arms, hugging his
pup tight and not caring who saw.
“They want to eat at Pat’s. The boss says to call next week
if we want to work.”
“You have time off?” That was such good news.
“He says next week. Monday. If we want work.”
“So that’s five whole days?” They could really celebrate
their bond in five days. Especially as those five days fell over the moon.
“Yes. Yes, five whole days. I—can I be with you? Please?”
Finn asked.
As if Cort would allow anything else. “Yes, I insist. And
Kyle has a place for Pat and the other pups for two weeks.”
“Oh. Oh, really?” Finn squeezed him tight.
“Yes. And that’ll give us time to figure the rest out.” He
squeezed right back. “And if you’re
“I’m right here. Damn you.” He was hard, angry and starving.
He was all the way to the car when he realized he’d never
gotten his steak and eggs.
Chapter Six
Cort finished his steak and went to find Kyle. Again. He
tried the man’s office first.
No luck, but Bryan, Kyle’s secretary, looked up, tilting
like the sweet bird he was. “Can I help you, sir?”
“I need Kyle.” He could sort this out.
“He’s trying to work out housing needs for the new Master.
Dragons are large. I can page him and get an ETA for when he’ll be available.”
Cort sighed. “Do you know what arrangements he made for the
pups that came in last night? There would have been five of them.”
“He put them in the respite quarters, sir. They all wanted
to stay in a single room together. I met them all this morning—so charming.”
“They’re, uh, young.” Cort wasn’t sure about charming, he
only had eyes for his mate. “How long can they stay?”
“I don’t have any control over that, sir. That is decided by
the owner.”
“But what arrangements has Kyle made?” Cort could pay for
rooms if he needed to. He had money.
“The current rooms are reserved.” Bryan tip-tapped on his
laptop. “For two weeks with meal privileges. After that, I’m not sure.”
“Oh. That’s wonderful. Thanks, Bryan.” He turned to go then
remembered. “If you can let him know I’m looking for him when he comes back,
please.”
“Absolutely. I’ll put you on his list.”
“Thanks, Bryan.”
He left, wondering what he was going to do now. He had the
whole day open ahead of him and no one to share it with. His mate was out
there, the moon was coming and the bond was new and raw, itching at him,
keeping him on edge. He understood that it was important for Finn to help his
family, but he could help with that, make it so Finn didn’t need to be away
from him. He was the only one left of his pack, he had means.
His phone buzzed, a text showing.
Miss u.
It warmed him deep in his belly. Just those five little
letters.
Carefully typing, he sent back Miss u 2 .
Lunch 2day?
yes. where?
Finn texted him a picture of a little sandwich shop then a
street sign.
noon?
yes.
See u soon.
The day suddenly seemed much shorter and better. His pup
wanted him. Was calling to him.
Cort took a cab to the sandwich shop, looking and scenting
for his pup as soon as he got into the restaurant. This was owned by the same
man who owned the diner and he soon found Finn working in a cordoned-off area,
painting.
Cort sat on a bench, watching Finn work, seeing the tension
in his pup, in the two smaller boys. They didn’t belong here. The thought was
sure and strong. It was the truth. This wasn’t the place for any of them. They
needed a home.
A large man came in and the littlest pup cringed, hid behind
Finn. Finn was calm though, polite. It made Cort want to growl, his fingers
curling into his palms. The man nodded though, shook Finn’s hand then passed
over an envelope. Everything was all right.
Relaxing back against the wall, Cort waited for his pup to
notice him. The three pups came out from the cordoned-off area, Finn coming
right to him as the other two bounded away. Cort opened his arms, hugging his
pup tight and not caring who saw.
“They want to eat at Pat’s. The boss says to call next week
if we want to work.”
“You have time off?” That was such good news.
“He says next week. Monday. If we want work.”
“So that’s five whole days?” They could really celebrate
their bond in five days. Especially as those five days fell over the moon.
“Yes. Yes, five whole days. I—can I be with you? Please?”
Finn asked.
As if Cort would allow anything else. “Yes, I insist. And
Kyle has a place for Pat and the other pups for two weeks.”
“Oh. Oh, really?” Finn squeezed him tight.
“Yes. And that’ll give us time to figure the rest out.” He
squeezed right back. “And if you’re
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