“Does
it matter if he has money or not?” Nisha asked.
Kannon
sipped his coffee. “It might in the sense that if he’s a multimillionaire—which
I can’t imagine how he could be at his age—his name would be well-known. If he
is indeed Marcus’ mate—”
“I
think I would know if he’s my mate or not—”
“If
he is,” Kannon continued, “it’s going
to be really hard for him to just up and disappear.”
“You
didn’t disappear,” Marcus pointed out.
“No,
I didn’t. But Nisha’s okay with spending part of his time on land. You rarely
come ashore. That could seriously be a problem.” Kannon then looked at Nisha.
“Anyway, on another note… I guess that answers the question of whether you guys
are the only non-humans around. A jaguar shifter. I’d loved to have seen that.”
“I
don’t know that you would. From what Blair said, it was a frightening
experience.” Marcus remembered how Blair’s voice trembled. That shifter wanted
to claim Blair, and that sent a jealous rage burning through him. The idea of
someone, or something, claiming what was his infuriated him.
“So
he handled knowing what you are without freaking out.” Nisha pursed his lips.
“That’s good. That’s really good and one less worry. I’m assuming you haven’t
tackled the subject of who he is to
you yet, have you?”
“No.
I figured I’d already dumped one life-altering event in his lap, it might be
better to wait on the other one.” Marcus sipped his coffee again. “Which brings
me to exactly why I showed up on your doorstep this morning. It wasn’t because
I needed to tell you I found my mate.”
Kannon
elbowed Nisha. “Right. The mate you said you never wanted. Wasn’t that you?
Weren’t you the one who said he was never getting mated? Never.”
Marcus
glared at Kannon. “Shut up.”
Kannon
flashed Marcus an evil smile and hummed the wedding march under his breath.
“Can
you do something with him?” Marcus pleaded to Nisha.
“I’ve
already been threatened with the couch once in this conversation.” Nisha
shrugged. “You’re on your own.”
“Will
you please stop that infernal sound?” Marcus ordered.
Kannon
hooted. “Oh, that’s funny considering some of the sounds I’ve heard coming out
of you guys.”
“I’m
ignoring you.” Marcus informed Kannon before turning his attention to Nisha.
“Anyway, Blair’s my mate. And… I might’ve asked him out on a date for tonight.”
Both
Nisha and Kannon blinked. Finally, Nisha spoke. “O-okay. Not sure why you seem
so hesitant. Where are you taking him?”
“Sandals.
It just so happens Blair is staying at Brett’s resort.”
“That’s
good,” Kannon said. “I’ll get in contact with Brett and get you guys a nice
table in an out-of-the-way spot for tonight. Well, I would if I wasn’t being
ignored.”
Marcus
relented and finally looked at Kannon. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Oh
yeah.” Kannon smiled. “You better believe it.”
Marcus
released the most put upon sigh he could muster. “Fine! I’m not ignoring you.
There. Happy?”
“Hmm,
could’ve used a little bit more of abject misery in that, but fine. I’ll call
Brett,” Kannon said.
“Thank
you. I appreciate that. But that still isn’t why I’m here,” Marcus said.
“Stop
dragging it out and tell us already,” Nisha said.
“I
don’t… I need something to wear tonight.” Marcus wrinkled his nose. “Something
appropriate.”
Kannon
snickered. “Hmm, is now a good time to point out if you had an aboveground
dwelling—”
“I’m
never having an aboveground dwelling.”
“Un-huh,
keep telling yourself that. For right now let’s focus on your clothing, or the
lack thereof.” Kannon scratched his head. “What do you do when you go
trolling?”
“Huh?”
“Oh,
good grief.”
“What?”
“When
you’re out looking to dip your wick. Wanting to bump uglies. You know… do the horizontal
hula? Playing on all fours. Sinking the sausage. Bedroom rodeo.”
“Are
you even speaking English?” asked Marcus asked, bewildered.
“Jesus.
When you’re looking for someone to fuck. Is that plain enough for you?” Kannon
demanded.
“You’re
a very strange individual, do you know that?” Marcus asked.
“Me?
Oh that’s funny.”
