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“It’s good to meet both of you, again,” Jefferson replied. “Any friend of the Rafertys is a friend of mine.”

“Thank you.” She took her daughter’s hand. “Are you ready to go Abby? We have to get your things so you can stay with Mac tonight.”

The little girl nodded. “See you soon, Mr. Wolf.” She glanced at Jefferson. “Bye Mikey’s Grandpa.”

Jefferson waved as the little girl skipped away with her mom and Mackenzie trailed after them. If anyone besides the Rafertys and Dryers recognized Jefferson no one said a word, something he’d been grateful for. Thankfully, when he checked social media earlier, nothing popped on the radar for potential hotspots he might have to put out before returning. Then he wondered for a second if he’d been paranoid about the whole audit. It might have been random after all, however, the niggle at the back of his mind warned otherwise. In thirteen years, nothing ever “popped up,” for Keeley or the orphanage.

“Ready to go home?” Jochi took his hand.

“I am,” he said. “I’m exhausted.”

Jochi’s tittering laughter brought a smile to Jefferson’s face. “I bet you are. I can’t wait to see our house.”

Neither could he, quite frankly. When Kalkin announced they had a home nearby but not so close to overwhelm them, he'd been grateful. The house he and Susanne owned had been destroyed years ago when he first picked up the mantle to help Danielle and Keeley and the apartment in D.C. didn't have the comforts of home. Having a new space to call his and Jochi had been perfect for Jefferson to create a new place to call theirs.

It’d be a new beginning of sorts.

As they exited the building, Kalkin pulled Jefferson aside. The imposing Alpha appeared a bit tense and a lot worried. Jefferson excused himself and stepped over into the darkened alcove. The minimal light left half of Kalkin’s face in shadow. The intimidating and powerful visage, called to the ball of darkness within him, causing to swirl to life as though recognizing Kalkin for the first time all over again. “What’s the matter?”

“Adrian is coming home,” Kalkin said. “No one is to know who he is. He was your page during the summer, you’ve both kept in touch and you invited him to Thanksgiving due to his family being overseas and out of contact.”

"Understood." Adrian didn't want anyone to know his true identity. He, like Jochi, had several AKAs. His name was legally changed to Samuel Johnson by Kalkin when he found the boy. His real name though, was Adrian Geithner, the heir-apparent to PBH. Last year, when he made an appearance as the last Geithner, Holly brought him into the fold. When he started at Boston college where Royce had been planted, he'd gone by Adrian Kirkpatrick.

Through Holly’s own misguided attempt to salvage what was left of her family’s deranged plans, she’d offered Adrian up to the board of directors for PBH. Since then, Adrian had been working for Jefferson, Vigilante, and the FBI, while also being the head of the most feared agency in the shifter community. The boy fed them all the information he could without being caught. So far, Jefferson along with the FBI and Vigilante had been able to track money, find other syndicate holes where children and adults were kept and put a lid on most of their important transactions.

“We’ll meet in the morning at Vigilante to go over the information Janice sent us and what you’ve brought with you.” Kalkin placed a fob in Jefferson’s hand. “I can’t let you keep it, but for now, until everything is settled, you’ll be protected in the Enforcer. Use it.” He flipped the fob over in Jefferson’s palm. “Touch your thumb to this. It’ll record your biometrics and allow you to start the vehicle.”

“Fancy,” Jefferson muttered.

“Yes, they are. I've already programmed the directions to your home into the onboard GPS. It’ll appear on a screen in the windshield. It’s dinky as hell, but you’ll get the hang of it.” Kalkin patted him on the shoulder. “Get some rest. We have work to do before you publicly announce your retirement.”

Jefferson agreed. “Yes, we do.”

Chapter Four

The next morning, Jefferson woke in their new room to the first rays of sun for the coming morning filtering through their gauze curtains. The window slats covering their sliding glass door hadn’t been pulled. He’d been too tired to fool with it, as had Jochi. Speaking of which... Jefferson ran his fingers over the crisp cool sheets and frowned.

Jochi never moved from bed before he did in the morning. It’d been one of their more intimate times during the day. Rolling over, Jefferson inhaled and grinned. The smell of coffee hit his senses and he automatically figured it out. His mate was making breakfast. After pushing back the bedding, Jefferson sat up and scrubbed his face. It was only five-thirty, but for them, it was closer to eight. By now, he'd be getting a shower and on his way out the door, Jochi trailing behind him by the top of the hour. Not having to worry about those trivial things, was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Jefferson stood then padded out to the kitchen. Jochi was in front of the stove wearing the red silk robe covered in cranes and bare cherry trees, Jefferson loved. The left sleeve hung low on his shoulder, exposing his mate’s tan flesh. Even when the man hadn’t meant to be provocative, or tempting he was. Jefferson crossed to him and wrapped his arms around his mate’s middle as he inhaled. The fragrant smell of wild cat and spice enticed him.

“Good morning,” he whispered, before placing a kiss to his mate’s neck.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Jochi glanced over his shoulder. The intense wave of lust swirling in his mate’s green eyes surprised Jefferson.

“I did. Did you?”

Jochi shrugged. “Remember what Bell said yesterday?”

Jefferson nodded. “It’s almost that time.”

“Yes.”

He pulled Jochi away from the stove, turning it off as he went. “Do you need me now?”

“Yes.” Jochi hadn’t hesitated.

Without a second thought, Jefferson pulled open his mate’s robe. He pushed it from Jochi’s shoulders and watched as the fabric fluttered to the floor, pooling around his mate’s feet. Then, he lifted the man onto the counter. The ruddy crest of Jochi’s dick was covered in precum. His balls were tight to his body. Jefferson kissed his mate while his hands roamed over the man’s body. Jochi moaned into his mouth and, like the greedy bastard Jefferson had become since their first night together, he took more. Jefferson’s tongue tangled with Jochi. The sweet taste of his arousal, went straight to Jefferson’s head, leaving him lightheaded.

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