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As badly as Santee wanted to get out, he didn’t want to run into his brother. It had been over a week since Santee had run from his home, but he knew that Marvell hadn’t given up. Did he think his brother was searching for him?
Without a doubt.
“I don’t know if going out is a good idea.” Santee sat up, placing his feet on the floor. “Marvell isn’t going to care that I’m with you. If he spots me, he’s going to think he can demand that I come home.”
Beckett sat forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “I’m not going to let him get anywhere near you,” Beckett said. “I’m also not going to let him make us prisoners, conejito. I’m pretty sure I can handle a bunny shifter.”
“You have no idea just how cruel he is,” Santee whispered. “What if he finds a way to get me away from you? You’re acting like I can stop being afraid just because I’m with you.”
Beckett entwined Santee’s fingers with his. “I’m not dismissing your feelings, hon. I know it will take time to heal, and there are some things you may never get past.” He rested his forehead against Santee’s. “I’m not going to leave your side while we’re out, and if Marvell surfaces, he’s going to be facing one deadly-ass cheetah.”
“I’m still scared.”
“I know, baby. But you can’t hide from the world. As terrifying as it is right now, don’t forget that you’re not in this alone.”
“He’s muscular,” Santee said.
“So am I.” Beckett smiled.
“You sure are.” Santee licked his lips. “We could just go back upstairs and have sex all day.”
Beckett chuckled. “I’ve created a monster. As much a taking you back to bed turns me on, I’m starving.”
Santee was downright famished. Milly was off doing some errands, and it wasn’t lunchtime yet, but Santee felt as if he could eat an entire cow. He and Beckett had been going at sex for days, barely coming up for air.
If Santee wasn’t so sore, they would probably still be in bed.
“Okay, but don’t let me out of your sight.”
“Not a chance,” Beckett replied.
Just as Santee got off the couch, the doorbell rang. Even though he doubted it was Marvell, his heart still beat like crazy as Beckett went to answer the door.
His brows shot up when he heard his mate give a low growl. Curious, Santee moved closer, peeking around his mate’s body to see a tall, lithe guy with strawberry-blond hair and sparkling green eyes standing there, smiling sweetly at Beckett.
“What’re you doing here, Dax?” Beckett asked in a tone that said he wasn’t happy to see whoever the person was.
“My folks are having a cookout, and I wanted you to come over, as a friend,” he added, but Santee felt there was more there than just a friendly invitation. The way Dax kept batting his lashes at Beckett made Santee want to rip the guy’s eyes out.
Admittedly, the stranger was very nice-looking, and now Santee wanted to know who he was.
“I thought we already established that I’m not interested,” Beckett said.
Duncan walked into the room and stopped right next to Santee, crossing his arms. Santee looked at him with an arched brow.
“I’m just here for the entertainment,” Duncan said.
Santee turned his attention back to his mate.
“It’s just a cookout,” Dax argued with a smile. “No strings attached and free food. You remember how much my parents like you. They’re excited to see you again.”
That was when it clicked in Santee’s head. Dax had to be an old boyfriend. Santee instantly disliked the guy.
Beckett leaned an arm on the doorframe, crossing one ankle over the other. “Only if I can bring my husband.”
Duncan snorted, a wide grin spreading across his face. “He’s not going to take that well.”
“Husband?” Dax’s smile faltered. “The last time I was here, you didn’t mention having a husband. When did this happen and with who? Is it anyone I know? You’re not even wearing a ring, Beckett.”
