Page 25 of With the Stars

Minho tensed, his eyes narrowing. “When and where?”

“That information will be given to you in the meeting.”

Minho quickly left Key and walked into their meeting room, seeing most of the security team already there. “Glad you could join us. I’m trying to give you a few days off to enjoy your mating, but with Maxim showing up…” Gray shrugged.

Minho nodded as he sat. “I understand.”

“Congratulations.” Hugo gave him a wide smile. “We’re all mating since Kelvin did it.”

“It’s nice to finally be with him.”

“Finally?”

“Yeah. Minho wanted to torture himself so he found a mate who was already married. He gallantly waited for his mate and now they’re together.” Gray shuffled the papers in front of him. “You know me. I’d have gone straight for it, but I’m a bastard and Minho isn’t.”

“He was worth waiting for, and his wife was a lovely woman. I had no intention of ruining their marriage.”

“I think what you did was right under the circumstances.” Terrance folded his arms over his chest. “One day I will find mine. I’m happy to wait for the right person.”

“Back to work. Maxim has a son. We’ve been able to find some limited proof. Mainly a picture of Maxim and the son when he was young. From what we’ve gathered, he should be in his early twenties by now.”

Minho picked the up the grainy black-and-white photo and stared at it. The quality was poor, but Maxim had his arm around the boy’s shoulders. Could be his son. Could be a friend’s son. “How do we know it’s his child?”

Henry placed another photo in front of him and this one was better quality. Both looking in the same direction and the resemblance was there. “The son looks like Maxim.” Gray handed Minho a folder. “Let’s go over everything we have.”

Chapter Ten

“Why would I want to share a bed with him? All that farting and drooling and snoring. We have separate bedrooms and I get all the sleep I need. And if we want something more we have options. Just not the leather sofa.”

Peter snorted. He did love this group of women and the fact they talked about everything. There was no subject they wouldn’t discuss. As Mildred had once told him, when you got to their age you had zero fucks to give.

If only he could tell them who Minho was, Peter was certain they would have plenty to talk about. And there would be more questions than Minho had faced from Sammy and Rex.

“Who was that man in here the other night?”

Peter froze then turned slowly to face Breda. After feeling under the weather, today was the first day she’d come in. “What man and what night?” And why was she asking him now?

“It might have been dark but you appeared to be having an interesting conversation.” Breda winked. “He has a nice bum.”

Minho!! Breda saw us!

Who and what did she see?

Us in here having sex!

“How do you know he has a nice bum?”

“Because they were fucking on the table. I do hope you disinfected it, dear. People sit there to eat and drink.”

“He had sex on the table? With a man?”

“Could you say it any louder, Pat? I don’t think they heard you in the next state.”

Oh my god.

Do I need to come over? I can stand at the back of the cafe.

Fuck no!

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