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Cain frowned. “I feel like I should be jealous here, but it’s hard to be when I agree.”
Mal laughed. “You’ll appreciate this then. I heard a lot of the omegas in town are messing with them. They keep flirting with the sheriff to make Roe jealous.”
Cain exhaled loudly, looking torn. “I really want to see that. Damn it. I need to stay here for a little longer. Jasper oversees the case, but I’m helping as much as I can with research and searching for evidence. It’s taking longer than it should to get the courts to take Roe’s situation seriously.”
“I’ll take pictures when I see them being cute.”
“You could just introduce yourself to Roe,” Cain said dryly. “He would like you.”
“Not happening.” Mal shook his head. “I gather my intel from a distance. Trust me, it’s better that way.”
“Gather intel?” Cain narrowed his eyes. “Convince me that you are not a spy again.”
Mal chuckled and blatantly ignored the order.
“Wait, if you only gather intel from a distance, what happened with me?” Cain asked, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I’m special, aren’t I?”
“The ego on you.” Mal rolled his eyes. “You’re the exception strictly because you help me prank the Wilsons. That’s all.”
“If you say so.” Cain smirked. “I regret nothing. I’m starting to really enjoy the pranks, especially the ones on Ernie. We have history.”
Mal rolled his eyes. “Your brothers are allowed to have friends. You shouldn’t be so jealous.”
Cain shrugged. “Let me enjoy what I enjoy.”
Mal cackled happily. “Okay. Youarethe best partner-in-pranks that I’ve ever had. I’ll be more understanding.”
“I’m honored,” Cain said wryly.
Mal hugged Truffle close. “My confidential informant told me that Ernie is begging the town council to support a Bigfoot festival for October, next year.”
Cain snorted. “Of course he is.”
“When are you coming back?” Mal asked, forcing the longing from his voice. “We have more pranks to pull.”
“Next weekend,” Cain said, smiling. “I’ll come up next weekend.” His brown eyes warmed. “You promised to cook for me again.”
Mal’s heartbeat increased, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I have a bruschetta recipe I want to try.”
“Sounds delicious.” Cain’s smile was different this time. He logged out, leaving the screen blank.
“Sexy smile,” Mal whispered, body heating. “Flipping heck. Why does he have to be so perfect? I very much shouldnotfallfor a Benson. They’re too close to the Wilsons and that would upset Grandpa David.”
Mal picked Truffle up and held the large cat in front of his face. “It’s okay, Mal,” he spoke for Truffle from the side of his mouth. “Grandpa David doesn’t have to know.”
Mal hugged Truffle. “You are so smart. Thank you, Truffle. I feel better now.”
He wasn’t sure that he had ever felt this happy in a relationship. Mal was constantly surprised at how easy it all felt. Cain was very different from Mal, but somehow, they fit. They bickered here and there, but always in fun. Learning about one enough, emotionally and physically, was comfortable and exciting all at once.
“Fuck it, Truffle. Grandpa always likes to tell me that life is too short to waste trying to be someone else. I like me. I think Cain might like me too. I’m gonna risk it.”
His cat nuzzled his head against Mal’s chin.
“Love you, buddy.”
The day moved slowly. Mal prepared for a new cooking episode, placed a large order online for ping pong balls to be sent to Van’s house for easy pickup, and took Betty and Truffle on a long hike into the state forest near Hobson Hills. It was dark by the time they got back, and his stomach was telling him food was needed.
He parked his truck near his RV and grabbed Truffle’s leash. “Are you ready for some yum yums?”
