Page 51 of Cold Foot Curse

Kade slid his hand off the table and hid it. “It’s just sore.”

“Liar, liar, your wiener is going to catch on fire,” Cash sang.

The grossed-out expression on Wreck’s face probably matched Kade’s right now.

With a sigh, Kade showed his Alpha the scar across his palm. “Promise mark. It’s been feeling weird.”

“Since when?” Wreck asked.

“Since his Promise came back into his life,” Cash said, smushing his pointer fingers together. He made a kissing sound and Kade shoved him so hard, he nearly toppled over in his chair.

King and Reed were laughing, but Wreck was watching Kade with a completely serious expression. “I think it’s time you invite Jess up to the mountain.”

“We aren’t there yet.”

“If your damn claiming mark is tingling, I’m pretty sure you’re there,” Cash pointed out.

“It’s not a claiming mark.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it isn’t,” Kade gritted out.

Cash pulled up his phone and read aloud, “Claiming mark. An intentional injury or marring of the skin for some shifter cultures that show possession, and sometimes facilitate a mating bond.”

“That sounds like it was written by a human.”

“It was probably written by the damn robots,” Reed pointed out. “The humans love their artificial intelligence lately.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen the movies,” King muttered. “I’m not a fan.”

“I love artificial intelligence,” Cash said. “Hey, AI, make me a coffee and fix my whole life.”

Kade narrowed his eyes at the dumbest of his friends.

“Do you ever think before you speak?” King asked. “I’m genuinely curious.”

“I can’t hear you,” Cash said, typing away on his phone. “Harley just sent me a titty pic.”

Kade sighed and checked his phone again. He wondered what Jess was up to. He held his beer out and took a quick picture. King took that opportunity to photobomb the picture, flipping off the camera, and grinning.

Kade chuckled and sent it to Jess. “I’m sending her the address to this place,” he grumbled. “Drinking is stupid if there are no girls here.”

“Oh, I already messaged Harley a half an hour ago. She’ll be here any minute.”

“Ha!” King belted out, texting on his phone. “I asked Katrina to come out before we even left for the bar.”

“So weak,” Wreck said, but there was a smile in his voice, and he was looking up at the door, and nodding his chin in a greeting.

When Kade swung his gaze to the entry, Timber was dressed in a slinky black dress, waving at Wreck.

“Let me guess, you messaged Sasha?”

Reed snorted. “No. I told her this morning if I have to hang out with you fuckin’ sausages, I need her here. She went shopping today for a new outfit.” He gave a two-fingered wave to Sasha, who was walking in behind Timber.

“Welp, it’s been fun boys,” Kade said, standing.

“Where are you going?” Wreck asked.

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