Page 67 of Edge of Darkness

Connie was standing next to him dressed in a dark-blue suit with a lavender shirt. The jacket was slung over one of Connie’s arms, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his forearms—his muscular, veiny forearms.

His short, golden-red hair was styled becomingly, and he still had the scruff. Holy cow, Kit had just unlocked a new kink it seemed—suit porn!

“Good morning,” Hudson said.

“Morning,” Connie echoed.

“Hey. Good morning to the both of you,” Kit answered.

“Are you ready?” Hudson asked.

“Yeah. Just a second. Let me grab that shirt I wore last night,” Kit said, turning from the door.

“Oh. You can leave that. Since you’ll be moving in, your laundry will be taken care of,” Hudson said.

Turning back around, Kit frowned. “While I appreciate that, I feel I should mention that I am more than capable of doing my own laundry. I have for years.”

“You’re more than welcome to do so if that’s your wish. But I have a head housekeeper, just like I have a head chef,” Hudson said.

“I, uh, don’t know what to say to that,” Kit admitted. “I’ve never had anything like servants, so I’m used to taking care of myself.”

“They’re not servants,” Connie said gently. “They’re part of our court. Okay, time for a crash course in how a dragon hierarchy works.”

“Whoo boy. Should I be taking notes?” Kit joked.

“Naw. Since you own a bookstore, I’m going to assume you like to read. What do you like best?” Connie asked.

“Romance, and mainly gay romance, now that there’s such a thing. Paranormal romance, in particular,” Kit answered.

“You’ve read about werewolves then?” Hudson interjected. “They’re pretty popular, I hear.”

“Yes.”

“Then you’ve read about alphas, pack life, and a packhouse, right?” Hudson asked.

“Yes. There’s some variation of course, depending on the author, but yes.”

“There you go. This house is Hudson’s home, but it functions as a packhouse. As you saw last night, there are communal areas for dragons to come and hang out. Hudson also has his private areas,” Connie said.

“Oh, that’s right. I’d forgotten that,” Kit said.

“There are also two tennis courts, a community pool, two basketball courts, and two lakes, one of which has boat docks for the court’s use. We all have our own homes spread out through Hudson’s compound too,” Connie said. “But breakfast, lunch, and dinner are always served at the main house—meaning Hudson’s home.”

“That’s one of my functions as their king,” Hudson said. “I make sure my people have a place to live, a place to hang out, and jobs. Some of my dragons are single, and it’s too much of a bother for them to cook for one person, so each meal is offered buffet style.”

“Well, that’s awesome.”

“Since you’re my guest, all those amenities are available to you. You’re more than welcome to use my private areas too—my living area and my pool.”

“I don’t know about that. I don’t want to intrude,” Kit said.

“You won’t be intruding.”

“Hudson wouldn’t offer if he didn’t mean it, Kit,” Connie said. “And you probably will end up wanting to take Hudson up on his offer. Dragons can get to be a bit much. If nothing else, use Hudson’s private areas to take a break.”

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind,” Kit said.

KIT REPLAYED Connie’s words on the way to breakfast. What exactly did Connie mean by dragons could be a bit much? He’d spent plenty of time around Beckett, and the guy never got on his nerves. He was the very definition of easygoing.

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