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three of them, and Ariel stood in the foyer, assessing the room. It was about the size of the apartment she’d left back in California, fully-equipped with everything two honeymooners would need to hide out for a few days.
    She walked into the bedroom and grunted her appreciation at the king-sized bed, and even bounced on its edge, testing its firmness.
    Nice.
    While sitting there, she eased one of the nightstand drawers open in search of room service menus, but instead discovered just how well-equipped the room was. She felt both eyebrows dart toward her hairline as she reached a hand into the drawer and extracted a box of glow-in-the-dark condoms. She wasn’t sure that was exactly something she
wanted
to look fluorescent in the dark.
    She tossed them back in as Hitch appeared in the door. His expression was a blank, but she could tell by the way he held his shoulders up high to his ears that he wasn’t in a great mood. “What’s up?”
    “Mind if Trucker sticks around for dinner?”
    He didn’t look too excited at the prospect, but maybe he was just afraid she’d say no. And if he hadn’t seen his brother in a while and didn’t know when he would again, she didn’t want to get in the way with that.
    She shrugged. “Hey, that might be fun. Maybe I’ll order a couple of pizzas.”
    “You sure?”
    “Yeah, I’m easy.”
    It took Hitch’s eyes widening a bit for her to realize what she’d said. She slapped her hands over her face. “Not what I meant.”
    He laughed as he moved away from the door. “I know what you meant. Uh, Trucker and I are going to run downstairs and get some drinks. See what the bar has. Want anything?”
    Yeah. I want to have met you in a normal way.
“No, I’ll probably make some coffee,” she called after him.
    “More power to you, sweetpea,” Hitch said, and then the outer door clicked closed.
    She collapsed onto the bed, not knowing if she should be thankful for the bucket of ice water named “Trucker” or if she should stab him with an ice pick.

Chapter Six
    Once clear of the suite, John wrapped his fingers around his half-brother’s neck and forced him against the wall with a growl.
    Trucker rolled his eyes and didn’t bother fighting him. Size-wise, they were evenly matched. Same approximate height. Right around the same weight. He could have fought back, but he didn’t.
    John let go and whispered in a hiss, “What do you want?”
    Trucker straightened his mussed plaid shirt and pushed away from the wall. They were in front of the elevator again before he answered. “I don’t want shit, kid. I’m just the lucky motherfucker Pops asked to check in on you. He’s preoccupied, and I was in the area.”
    “Oh, is that right?”
    “Don’t give me the attitude.”
    They stepped into the elevator and Trucker moved into the corner, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned his butt against the railing. He studied John for a while before continuing. “Do you know how old I am?”
    John stared at him, assessing his features, itemizing his casual choice of clothing — not much different than his own. He shrugged. “Why would I know
that
?”
    “Just take a guess. Humor me.”
    They stepped off the elevator and strode in silence toward the bar. Once on stools, Hitch said, “You look about my age, but my gut says I’m way off.”
    “Depending on who you ask.” He flagged the bartender. “To Pop, our age difference is insignificant. A drop in the proverbial bucket. But of course that’d be the case. He’s as old as the universe. For some folks, though, the difference could be two lifetimes.”
    “Making you … ”
    He leaned in close and whispered in John’s ear, “I was born in eighteen-ninety.”
    John drew back, agape and agog.
    “Didn’t know we had that kind of longevity, huh? Well. We’re cambions. Our oldest sibling here in the U.S., best I can tell, was born in fifteen-eighty-five. She looks seventeen.”
    When the bartender stood before them,