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Chapter

Three

“ H e’s going to bolt,” Quin told him.

“I know.” Rian glanced at Eyre, who was asleep out in the family room. He’d sucked down half a pizza and fallen over asleep in about three minutes. “But I think I can keep him here. We need to get ahold of Symon. You two should have dialed me in on this.”

“You were busy, and I didn’t want you to get your hands dirty.”

“You never let me have any fun, bro.” He sighed, grabbing another Coke out of the fridge. “But I think I’m in now.”

“I think you’re right. This is going to be entertaining as fuck.”

He rolled his eyes, though hadn’t he had the same thought? Still, he didn’t like the sound of the operation in the clubs happening downtown.

He’s pretty. You’re going to have to keep him.

You think so? Rian knew so. But he wasn’t willing to show his cards yet.

Don’t. I know you. You’re all grr and arrgh.

I am. So no touchy.

Like I’m interested in foxes.

Speicist.

Yep. I want a wolf. Maybe a bear. Quin waggled his eyebrows.

You shit.

I’d look so good with a bear.

You would get your ass eaten, Quin. You have no sense of self-preservation.

Only if I’m super lucky.

He chuckled . Okay, so should we call Symon?

We’d better. It’s the business that’s in the thick of all this.

Yeah. They stared at each other for a long moment, and then Rian grimaced, grabbing his phone. Why, he did not understand, was he the one who had to call their oldest brother when he was not the one who had opened this can of worms?

Because you always, always flinch first.

You suck . He hit Symon’s number on speed dial.

“What?”

“Hello to you too, brother.”

“Shut up. What’s up?”

“Don’t be mean to whoever that is. He’s probably not needing bail money…” Adrian’s voice was low and husky. Someone was getting busy.

Ew.

“No bail needed, but we need to talk. If not now, give me a time.”

Symon’s voice sharpened. “What is it?”

“That project Quin is working on for you.”

“Dinner tonight at my place.”

Did he want to drive to Boulder? “I’ll have an extra guest.”

“Okay. Do I know him?”

“I doubt it. He’s a little fox. Sweet kid. Quin introduced us.”

“Huh.” He could hear the wheels turning in Symon’s head. “Okay. I’m a little busy here…” He could also hear Adrian chuckle. “But I’ll see you at dinner. Any requests?”

“Not pizza and garlic bread. We had that for lunch.”

“Fair enough. We’ll do tapas or something.”

“Sounds great. This poor omega needs to eat more.” Eyre had been on the run for a while, he could tell. What those demons chasing him were, Rian had no idea, but he wanted to find out.

Then he intended to rout them. One by one.

“You know how I feel about that.”

Yeah, Symon had met his mate at a big office do where there had been a doughnut bonanza… “I do. See you at…six?”

“That’s perfect. Now go away.”

He snorted. “Yessir, aye-aye, sir.”

Quin chuckled. “He was busy?”

“Uh-huh. Ew.”

They shared a look of complete commiseration.

“Well, I’m gonna get a shower and a nap then,” Quin said. “You got eyes on the kid, right?”

“Yes. No bolting for him.”

“No. He’s in a bad spot. He needs a hand up.”

“Of course.” Rian understood. Quin always stood for the underdog. He loved that about his brother so much. “I’ll look after him.”

“I bet you will.” Quin clapped his shoulder on the way by, and then disappeared, leaving Rian to contemplate his fate.

Which he had a feeling was changing drastically.