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“No! But Corbin loves spaghetti.”

“Hmmm. I bet the nephew does too, but he’s not coming, is he?” One silvery eyebrow winged up. It had been a dull, I’m-prematurely-gray gray only moments ago.

“No. Because Cosmo could handle you, but my nephew is too young. I can’t trust you with him yet.”

“I do understand that, my dear.” Orion stirred the sauce, amazing scents coming from the pot. God, his belly was rumbling. “If your brother is coming, would you like to put together one of your charcuterie boards? I don’t mind meat being on the same tray at all. As long as there’s cheese and olives.”

“Yum.” He could so do that. It would give him something to do with his hands. He could build a nice appetizer and feel like he was contributing.

Orion bumped hips with him when he moved around to the fridge, which made his heartbeat speed up. Dammit. He didn’t need the worry of attraction. Not even to this amazing unicorn.

“Oh, now, don’t rule it out.” Orion slid an arm around him, nuzzling his ear.

That felt so good. Hot. Wonderful. Gave him a hard-on. And Orion smelled amazing, like red sauce and also musk and maybe…sandalwood?

“My soap. I got fond of it back in the Regency era.”

“That long ago, huh?”

“Yep.” Orion bit him gently just as Corbin burst in carrying a big loaf of French bread.

“You’re not going to sleep with him, right?” Corbin asked, his voice a little breathless.

“That’s why I asked about a guest room.”

“You still don’t know if you have a guest room?” Orion stared at him.

“When have I had time to look?” Cullen growled, plopping goat cheese on a board that had a twenty-sided dice burned into it that said Board of Cutting.

“You play D&D?” Orion beamed at him. “Excellent.”

“You do too?” Corbin bounced and grabbed an olive when Cullen dumped a bunch of them on the board.

“Can you two stop it?” Cullen slammed down a summer sausage. “This is my house! Not either of yours!”

Corbin stared at him, eyes wide. “Sorry, bro.”

You don’t have to be jealous, my purple rhapsody. Green is not my color.

I will choke you with this meat stick.

Promises, promises.

“Argh!” He grabbed a knife, waving it at Orion. “Stop it or I will chop off your horn.”

Corbin finally blinked. “Stop what?”

“Just hush.” He sliced into the sausage, and his brother and Orion both winced. Good. He wanted them to be worried, damn their hides.

“Yes, sir.” Orion saluted, then checked his sauce, re-seasoning a little. He was so…damn hot.

Nope. No, he was annoying.

Don’t be mad.Orion admonished.I’m a good guy.

I am mad. You’re driving me crazy.And he wanted to…he wasn’t even sure. Touch?

Lick?