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"Good evening, gentlemen," he greeted them. "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." Max turned to him, which meant that he had his back to the other Guardian. "How did it go last night?" he asked.
The question was general enough not to hint at what Max wanted to know.
"Very well. The mission was accomplished."
"Excellent." Max grinned. "Any plans for tonight?"
"Of course. But with a different lady." Negal tacked on that last sentence to insinuate that they had been talking about his nightly exploits with the single clan ladies. "How about you?" He lifted his hand to get Bob's attention.
Max snorted. "The only single ladies I'm not related to on this cruise are underage or recovering from trauma, so it's another lonely night for me."
"Not for long." Negal turned to Bob, who was waiting expectantly for his order. "I will have a whiskey sour, please."
"Coming up, master."
Max frowned. "What do you mean by not for long?"
"Don't you know? Frankie's friend is coming on board in Cabo, and Frankie plans to introduce you to her. She has her matchmaker hat on."
A grin spread over the Guardian's face. "I was sure she would try to get you for her friend. You know, three best friends all mated to gods and all that."
"I'm not interested." Negal lifted the drink Bob had put in front of him and took a sip. "I like my freedom, and I'm not looking for a mate."
"I hope she's pretty," Max said.
"She is. Frankie showed me a picture." Those fierce blue eyes were what Negal remembered best about her.
They were the eyes of a warrior.
"And…" Max waved his hand. "What does she look like?"
"Blond, blue eyes, the same age as Frankie and Mia, looks fierce."
Max's brow furrowed. "Do you mean angry? Because I don't dig angry women."
"No, not angry, just fierce. Not afraid, not mellow, and not accommodating. It's hard to explain. If you visit Frankie, I'm sure she will show you her friend's picture. Be ready for her to take your photo too and send it to her. She wanted to take mine, but I said that I wasn't interested."
"Oh, so she offered the match to you first. I knew it."
Negal didn't know what to say to that. It was true, and Max seemed offended to be the second choice.
The Guardian sitting on Max's other side snorted. "I'll leave you two to gossip. See you later."
"We are not gossiping," Max said. "We are talking."
"Whatever." The guy waved and walked away.
"Asshole," Max muttered under his breath.
"Are you talking about my brother?" Anandur commandeered the vacated seat.
"No, I was talking about James."
"Aha." Anandur turned to Bob. "Your finest whiskey, please."
"Right away, master."
