Page 75 of The Missing Sentinel
“Very well, we are picking out things in green already. Now, leave me alone and focus on your meeting.”
“Okay, love. I will talk to you later.”
“I love you too, Ducarius.”
“Someone has a secret little smile on their face,” Evergreen said slyly as he shoved an alarming number of shirts at Bridger and told him to put them in their fitting room as soon as the sentinel returned to their little group. “Drexley, are you thinking about your handsome Duc?”
“He asked how I was doing, but I told him to stop bothering me. He is in a meeting,” Drexley revealed.
“Oh yeah, sentinels and your telepathy. Must be nice and so much quicker than a text,” Evergreen mused. “It’s a good thing I’m not a sentinel, though, because I’d use my powers for evil. Mate goes in to take a piss, and I’d scream real loud in his head to scare the shit out of him. I’d be hauled in to sign a separation agreement within a week.”
“You’re a menace,” Hadley told Evergreen.
“And a liar,” Victor added. “He’s all sassy, but I know you’re going to be a complete sweetheart to your other half. You can’t fool me, Evergreen.”
“Best friends are annoying,” Evergreen retorted. “You’re one to talk. Both of your mates are treated like kings. Thankfully, they treat you the same damn way.”
“Speaking of my men, I need to grab something special for Keegan,” Victor said. “He was trying to work out whether he could sneak out to join us or had to attend the meeting. In the end, he decided it’d be foolish for him to miss the meeting. Noone else in the office has his expertise with the mapping software and the patience to explain it to sentinels.”
“Victor,” Evergreen chastised with a slap to the cat shifter’s arm. “Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve worked it out so he could’ve done both. I’m sure Drexley would have understood. Look at him. One look at those pretty brown eyes and you know he’s nice.”
“I am sorry your mate was left out,” Drexley remarked.
“Don’t worry, it’s better this way. If we would’ve done this later, Duc would’ve been pissed that I stole his mate, and Phillip would’ve been at home alone too or bored watching us try on clothes,” Victor reasoned. “Next time we’ll choose something that works better, but Drexley, you barely have any options and every one of us wants to do whatever we can to help you adjust. We’re here for you.”
“Thank you, Victor,” Drexley responded. “I appreciate how wonderful everyone has been to me, and I am eager to belong.”
“Youdobelong,” Evergreen corrected. “Don’t get it twisted, girl. You are one of us. We’re thrilled to have you. You’re a Daray and a part of the Sentinel Brotherhood. Coolest family and best bunch of guys you’ll ever meet.”
“The D’Vaires are at least tied for the coolest family,” Hadley interjected.
“Darays. D’Vaires. We’re the same family,” Victor huffed.
“Oh, hold the phone,” Evergreen crowed. “Look what I spy over there! It’s a dark forest green suit. I know we said we were doing casual stuff right now, but I think trying that on is an absolute must, Drexley.”
Drexley nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I wish to wear suits on the days Ducarius invites me to accompany him to his office. I stand out in my jeans.”
“A pair of dragonskin shoes in either Lex’s scales or Dravyn’s would probably work for Drexley,” Hadley remarked.
“Hadley, you’re a genius,” Evergreen exclaimed. “Drexley, Lex is a brown dragon and Dravyn is dark green. Thoughts?”
“Those are my favorite colors. We are designing our room in those shades,” Drexley responded. He was not sure what dragonskin shoes looked like, but he was not worried. Evergreen, Larissa, and everyone else he had met thus far had been helpful and routinely asked for his opinion on things.
“I’ll call Larissa and have her send over some pictures of shoe options from the company she uses when she shops for D’Vaires,” Hadley offered as he plucked out his phone from his pocket.
“Okay, Drexley, let’s get you in that fitting room and have you strip down to try some stuff on,” Evergreen ordered.
Drexley grinned at the exuberant hybrid. “No menacing surprises as I am changing in an attempt to see me unclothed.”
“For Fate’s sake, you’ve known me for five minutes and can already read my mind,” Evergreen replied. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Sentinels are no fun.”
“Firmly disagree,” Victor interjected.
“Ignore him; he’s mated to a sentinel,” Evergreen remarked with an absent wave of his hand.
“Evergreen, Drexley is a sentinelandhe is mated to one. He shares Victor’s opinion.”
“Bridger, stop ruining my afternoon with facts,” Evergreen retorted with an aggrieved sniff.
