have seen that. Jared driving a Pinto.” Seeing Elroy’s confused look, he explained, “Jared is very much a car snob. Even living in the mountains for ten years, he still drove a Porsche just about everywhere.”
Snickering, Elroy shook his head. Then he grabbed Dermot’s hand and squeezed. “Thank him another time. I’m ready to go home.”
“H-Home?” Hope sprang eternal, and Dermot felt his heart thud in his chest.
Elroy narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Home…with you.”
Moaning, the need to claim his mate surging through him all over again, Dermot nodded. “Home.”
Then Dermot closed Elroy’s door and rushed around the hood of his Jeep. He clambered inside and cranked the engine. As he put the vehicle in gear, Elroy cried, “Wait.”
Biting back a groan, Dermot turned to focus on Elroy.
“My crutches.”
Shaking his head, Dermot turned his vehicle around and headed out. “I’ll have someone bring them to us eventually.” He grinned and swept a hungry once-over his mate. “You won’t need them for a few days, anyway.”
Elroy laughed, clearly catching his meaning.
Happy beyond measure, Dermot took Elroy home…where he intended to give his mate all the natural painkillers in the world…while in bed.
His heart hammering in anticipation, Dermot did exactly as he planned.
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“Speaking of which,” Krispin commented before knocking back the rest of his whiskey. “It’s getting late. I’m going to head up. I’ll have my phone on me if anything arises that needs my attention.”
Basques nodded. He was on management duty that evening. They rotated it between the three of them, so no one ended up burned out.
“Have a good one, Kris,” Ridger offered before sweeping his gaze over the lounge. “I don’t see what I’m after in here, so I think I’ll head to the dance club.” He waggled his brows and licked his lips.
Chuckling, Basques patted Ridger on his shoulder. “Happy hunting, my friend.”
Krispin paused, watching Ridger head out of the room. He knew what his buddy planned to do. His vampire second was looking for a little action so he could feed.
Turning back to Basques, Krispin asked, “I bet you don’t miss that, do you?”
Basques shook his head, a warm smile creasing the features as a faraway light entered his eyes. “Definitely not.”
A pang of jealousy churned in Krispin’s gut, and he quickly squashed it. He didn’t want Dloben, but he did want what his head enforcer had found. At over two hundred years old, he was getting a little tired of waiting.
And, yet, continue to wait, I shall.
Krispin headed out of the lounge and crossed to the elevator. Inserting a key card into the slot, he hit the button for floor thirteen. He and his inner circle lived on the first floor above the humans—first line of defense and secrecy.
The vampire covens’ floors could only be accessed with a key card.
Once Krispin reached his suite, he headed straight for the bedroom, unbuttoning his suite jacket on the way. He tossed his wallet, keys, card, and phone on the nightstand. After that, he quickly stripped, placing his dirty clothes into the hamper.
Krispin took a short, hot shower, happy to wash off the stress of the day. After drying, he grabbed a pair of pale green lounging pants. He picked up his phone and keycard, slid his feet into a pair of house shoes, then left his suite.
The private elevator Krispin headed to could only be accessed by a select few, since it was the only one that reached the roof. Stepping inside, anticipation filled him. He inserted his keycard before tapping the button for the roof.
As soon as the door swished open, revealing the warm evening, Krispin inhaled deeply. The fragrance of flowers, earth, and bushes filled his senses. The trickle of the fountain reached his ears. Soft lights revealed the maze of the garden paths as well as the colorful plants.
Krispin smiled.
Stepping off the elevator, Krispin headed down a path to his right. His friend’s assessment—rooftop oasis—really was accurate. He loved it up there.
Pausing at a storage closet set up against the wall of the greenhouse, Krispin pulled out his yoga mat. His penchant for yoga and meditation wasn’t common knowledge in his coven. He liked to keep that little personal nugget to himself and a few trusted people—namely, Ridger, Basques, and now Dloben.
It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by his nightly ritual. Instead, he just didn’t care for the teasing he knew it would invite. What he got up to in private