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Stryker didn’t know what to think about the whole mating thing, but Gavin had promised that they had time.

“I’m sure you can. But answer me this, could you do it without leaving?”

Gavin read him right. It was almost irritating. Kind of sexy. “I need to dump the RV before they find it here,” Stryker admitted.

“Then Jason and Tristan will leave with the RV tonight,” Gavin said. “You need to find a location where they can leave the RV in the same condition that you stole it in.”

“Borrowed,” Stryker corrected.

Gavin snorted.

“Jason and Tristan?” Stryker had to think about who that was. “Oh! Mason’s twin?”

“Yes, and his mate is a demon named Tristan,” Gavin said. “They’re both as big of troublemakers as you. They’ll have some fun. They love being on the road. They’ll be up soon. Find them a location.”

“Up?” Stryker asked as he started to research the site close by.

“They live in hell. When they’re in this realm, they stay in Mason’s old cabin.”

“That’s right.” Stryker remembered Gavin telling him that when they were talking about all the mates. “And they’ll help? What do they want in return?” He had money. He could pay them.

“They want the adventure. Tristan gets bored in hell and loves to come up to this realm. Especially if there’s food involved.”

“A demon obsessed with human food?” Stryker worried for his chicken nugget stash in the freezer. He needed to grab those bags.

“And Jason likes to indulge his mate.”

“All they need is the promise of food?” Stryker questioned.

“It didn’t hurt that they would be outrunning a federal agent and his hired thug, as Jason put it.”

These were totally Stryker’s type of people. And he thought they were all good guys. They weren’t so squeaky clean as Stryker had thought. Stryker might have been so obsessed with Gavin that he allowed his focus to be too much on Gavin and not enough on those around him.

Stryker had enjoyed watching the members of Gavin’s family but hadn’t learned enough about them.

Hope bloomed in his chest.

Was this what Stryker had been waiting for?

Could he really find a home here?

He looked up at Gavin. Really looked at him. This man, paranormal, whatever, wanted Stryker. Even before he knew that they were mates. He’d rolled his eyes and teased Stryker but never once demanded that Stryker changed. Even now he was taking charge to ensure Stryker’s safety.

“Kiss me,” Stryker ordered.

Gavin lifted a brow. “Excuse me?”

“I want you to kiss me,” Stryker told him.

Gavin leaned down, pressing his lips against Stryker’s. Stryker opened, allowing Gavin’s tongue to invade his mouth. Stryker sucked on Gavin’s tongue. Mmm, he liked this.

Too soon, Gavin was pulling away. “Find us a location,” Gavin said. “I need to come up with some sort of dessert for Tristan. He has a bit of a sweet tooth.”

“Fine.” Stryker sighed dramatically. “I want my chicken nuggets out of the freezer though.”

Gavin snorted. “We’ll rescue your nuggets.”

They had better. Stryker had even paid for those bags of deliciousness.

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