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Madigan couldn’t think of any good reason that he would be on that side of the house anyway. He was dressed in a simple, navy-blue T-shirt and jeans that he still managed to look sharp in. The blues contrasted nicely to his blond hair.
    “Sorry. There was a message from Lord Raphael that Cross wanted me to grab.” Michel gave him a crooked smile and grabbed one of the new black leather coats from the coat stand. Madigan had no idea where they’d come from. Bren and Cross had come in with an armload of them Sunday night, along with a few trash bags full of clothes in all their various sizes. Dex had been the hardest to fit because he’d been the tallest.
    “All good. What did he have to say?” Madigan was still intensely curious about the man who was his angelic father. He’d yet to talk to the man, something about angelic laws and forbidden rendezvous or something like that. He was still pretty fuzzy on the whole subject when Cross had tried to explain it to him.
    “Just telling us to take care. Apparently, some of the hunters are petitioning to have us removed as your guardians despite being joined to you. They’re not happy.” Michel leaned down and gave his cheek a 54
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    kiss. “Nothing for you to worry about, cutey. You need to worry about making enough pastries for our breakfast because, I’m not going to lie, I’m starving to death.”
    “I second that motion,” Dex said, coming down the stairs and snatching his own coat. He was also sporting a T-shirt and jeans, except his were all black. “I’ve been looking forward to your pastries since learning that you were a partner at a pastry shop.”
    Madigan looked at them in dismay. Crap . He was going to have to fix twice what he normally did just to keep up with their appetites. He supposed it was only fair, though. His angelic appetite made meals of them more often than not, and all the extra calories they were burning keeping him sexually sated needed to be replaced. Yuri had been Madigan’s “breakfast” this morning.
    “Where are Bren and Cross?” Madigan asked, tapping his foot in impatience. He really needed to get moving.
    “They’re coming, baby,” Dex reassured. He petted Madigan’s head before putting a toboggan on it. “It’s cold,” he said by way of explanation. They were forever taking care of him. It was kind of nice.
    “Where’s Yuri?” Michel wondered. Madigan felt a blush steal over his cheeks. He’d left him in the shower after they’d…
    “Um, getting ready in my old room,” he muttered. Dex and Michel shared a knowing grin.
    The front door swung open, making them all jump. “I told you the car was fine and the wards were in place. You never trust me to do anything,” Bren complained. He was shirtless, so they must’ve been flying. Madigan wished they would at least wear scarves or something. They were liable to catch colds running around half naked. Wait…Did angels catch colds?
    “It never hurts to have an extra pair of eyes look at your work, Bren,” Cross said, coming in right behind him. “I was just worried.”
    “You always worry,” Bren grumbled, folding his wings back against his spine. Madigan watched in fascination as they disappeared Angelic Ties
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    into his flesh. He knew there would be a tattoo in their place when Bren turned around. “Seriously, asshole, lay off.”
    “Oh bite me,” Cross growled.
    “Why aren’t you two dressed yet?” Madigan demanded, interrupting before they got into another tiff. They glanced at one another sheepishly. Madigan sighed. “Please, go get some shirts on.
    We were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago.” They each pressed cold kisses to each side of his face and took off up the stairs. “And grab Yuri while you’re up there!” Ten minutes later, and twenty-five minutes late, they were finally pulling out of the driveway. It was not easy to fit that many grown men into his car. Madigan was beginning to feel like a clown in one of those