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Rohan frowned. “Um… yeah. Wynter treats you far different that he did Jamie… or Vaughn, for that matter.”
Wilder shrugged. “You know as well as I do that our relationship hasn’t been the greatest since… Jamie.”
Their parents had threatened to sue for custody of the twins soon after Jamie’s passing. As Gray had simply been a surrogate in their mind, they’d somehow thought they would make better guardians. Wilder had sided with Rohan and Gray… which hadn’t gone over well.
Rohan met his stare. “I feel bad that I’m to blame for that.”
“You shouldn’t be. They were wrong, and they knew it. We all knew it.”
Rohan smiled wanly, but said nothing for a moment. “I can never thank you enough for what you did then.” He paused, looking away a moment. “I can’t imagine what I would’ve missed had they proceeded in their plans.” He rose from his desk. “And on that note… I need to return to my omega and ensure he’s improving.”
“Of course,” Wilder said. “I should get going, as well. I wanted to stop into the office and catch up on a few things tonight.”
“It’s Saturday,” Rohan said, frowning. “You should go out and have some fun!”
“I’ve got to find the bottom of my desk eventually,” Wilder replied. “There will be time for fun later. I’ll text you this evening and check in on Gray.”
“Thanks,” Rohan replied.
Wilder’s mind drifted to Abraham.He’ll be down in the finance department. I’ll likely never run into him.“And I’ll call HR Monday morning.”
Rohan spun to face him, a hint of expectation there. “HR?”
“For Abraham.”
Rohan smiled, relief softening his features. “Great. Gray will be so relieved.” Rohan patted Wilder on the back as they exited the library.
Before heading out to his car, Wilder gave both his nephews hugs and Gray a quick peck to the cheek. As soon as he slid in behind the wheel, his mind went to what Rohan had said about going out.
Thoughts immediately went to Abraham… and the barest scent he’d inhaled earlier that afternoon. It had been so faint…
Impossible…
In that moment, he was glad he didn’t know where Abraham lived. He forced his car toward the office, knowing he’d have a long, lonely night ahead of him.
* * *
Later that night…
Avery steppedthrough Lambeau’s back doors, the heavenly scent of prepared foods immediately filling his nose. Even full to the brim on party foods, he was still ready to sample whatever the chefs had prepared for the night. He rushed to the locker room, where he slid the piece of cake he’d brought from the party before he pulled out his clean white shirt, tie, and apron from his locker. He rushed into the meeting back-of-the-house had with the front-of-the-house staff before service.
Sliding into a spot beside Brett, he listened to their executive chef discussing what the specials for the night were.
“You’re late,” Brett whispered.
“No shit,” Avery whispered back. He’d had to rush home to take a quick shower before heading into work. He couldn’t risk the slight scent of his slick that might get him into trouble with a patron or two.
The chef turned toward them, glaring. “Would the two of you care to tell me what is in the Caramé de Garon?”
Avery froze, having no clue.
“Chicken. Sausage. Mushrooms. Shallots. Herbs. Cream Sauce,” Brett recited.
The chef actually looked impressed.
Almost. “Well, yes… but you forgot the wine.”
“Which is part of the cream sauce,” Brett added, having to get the last word in, as always.
