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Pisces had hated sharing those findings with Alpha Kaiser. It meant he wouldn’t stop on his own. Someone would have to find him and stop him.
Hopefully I’ll just be able to find him, and I’ll be able to pass on his location to Alpha Kaiser.
If Pisces didn’t miss his guess, his alpha would prefer to share the information with Master Aldor Bercham. The vampire headed up a coven that resided south of Sacramento. Alpha Kaiser was on good terms with them, and they occasionally collaborated.
In truth, Pisces was a little surprised that his alpha hadn’t already asked the vampires for assistance, but he supposed they needed proof that the problem was actually a rogue vampire first.
The sound of knocking on Pisces’s door pulled him out of his thoughts. Grabbing the thin jacket he’d laid over the back of his sofa earlier, he headed to the door. Pisces opened it, not surprised to find Gunner standing there, a rakish grin on his features.
“Hey, I caught ya,” Gunner rumbled, holding out a bouquet of roses. “Here.”
Pisces stared at the flowers for a couple of seconds before meeting his friend’s gaze. “Why are you trying to give me flowers?”
Gunner rolled his brown eyes while shaking his head. “So you can give them to Peter, ya dip shit,” he told him, holding them out again. With a smirk, the fellow dolphin shifter claimed, “I know you wouldn’t have thought of it. A romantic, you are not.”
“And you are?” Pisces replied with a scoff. Still, he took the flowers from Gunner. They were a good idea. Except. “What if he doesn’t like flowers? He’s not a girl, ya know.”
Shrugging, Gunner shoved his hands into his pockets as he took a step backward. “Everyone likes flowers, even if they don’t admit it.”
Pisces didn’t know about that, but he figured it would be the thought that counted. “Well, thanks,” he conceded, tossing his jacket over the crook of his arm that held the flowers. He lifted them in acknowledgment as he grabbed his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket. “It certainly can’t hurt.”
After swiping his keys, Pisces headed out of his apartment. “Sorry I had to pull you in yesterday. No way would I have been able to stay in the aquarium,” he admitted as Gunner fell into step beside him and joined him in striding down the hall to the stairwell. Residing on the second floor, Pisces rarely bothered with the elevator.
“Hey, no worries, man.” Gunner patted him on the shoulder. “I get it.” With another ready grin, he held the stairwell door open for him. “And when it’s my turn, I know that you’ll do the same for me.”
“Damn straight,” Pisces responded agreeably.
Once on the ground floor, Pisces led the way out of the stairwell and across the lobby.
Gunner opened the front door and held it open, pausing there and patting him on the shoulder as he passed. “Good luck, man.” With a wink, he added, “Go woo your man.”
Pisces returned Gunner’s grin. “I’m on it.”
Then Pisces hurried to hisJeepand climbed behind the wheel. He placed the roses carefully on the floorboard of the passenger side before buckling himself in. His phone went into a cupholder, and he finally fired up his vehicle.
Once Pisces had exited the parking area and turned on the road, he pressed harder on the gas pedal. He reveled in the feel of the wind in his hair, blowing through the cab of his open-toppedJeep. Pisces knew the rainy season was coming, but for now, it was still warm enough and dry enough to cruise with the top down.
Pisces followed the GPS instructions, easily finding Peter’s house. His mate had a home in an older, established neighborhood north of the city. He admired the large trees as well as the front porch with a porch swing. The two-story home wasn’t huge or anything, but it certainly didn’t scream bachelor pad, either, and Pisces wondered how his mate afforded it. It had an attached two-car garage, and he could see a shop farther back.
Parking in front of the garage, Pisces felt his anticipation ramp up. A skitter of nerves fired through him. He took a deep breath, then a second one, then grinned.
This is my mate, a gift from Fate. It’ll work out.
After that mental pep-talk, Pisces grabbed the flowers and slipped out of the vehicle. He headed up the sidewalk to the porch and took the four steps two at a time. Once at the front door, Pisces blew out another breath and rang the bell.
Pisces strained his superior shifter hearing, searching for sounds from inside. At first, there was nothing. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, Pisces was contemplating hitting the bell again when he heard movement from within.
A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing his handsome mate smiling tentatively at him.
Once again, Pisces inhaled Peter’s sweet, masculine aroma. His blood heated in his veins, and he barely kept from swaying. Pisces wanted to press against Peter and bury his face in the crook of his neck and just bask in his fresh scent.
“Hi, baby,” Pisces managed roughly. “You smell amazing.” He quickly cleared his throat and tried again. “Look amazing, too.”
Peter did, too. He had on a pair of light-colored jeans that hugged his thighs and cradled his package just perfectly. His short-sleeved polo shirt molded to his torso, giving enticing peeks of his muscular body. Even the way his black hair was pulled away from his face accentuated his high cheekbones, warm brown eyes, and full lips that Pisces wanted to taste so badly.
“Uh, th-thanks,” Peter stuttered. A hint of pink darkened Peter’s cheeks, and his smile somehow managed to turn shy. “You, uh, look great, too.”
Grinning broadly, Pisces mentally preened at his mate’s praise. “Here.” He held up the roses. When Peter’s black brows shot up and he stared in obvious surprise, Pisces quickly told him, “I didn’t really know if you were a flower guy, but my friend encouraged me, and I figured”—Pisces paused a second, shrugging—”couldn’t hurt. Right?”
