pressing need for her presence. Alighting from the shower, he dried off, and stalked back into the bedroom. Toni lay posed on his bed with her legs parted. He could see moisture on her pussy lips. The scent of her arousal filled the air. She smiled at him. “Come join me, darling.” He crossed the room to sit on the side of the bed. Clearly, she still felt as horny as he did. “I’m going home,” he told her. She narrowed her gaze. “Isn’t this home?” His Rittenhouse Square condo was large and luxurious, but the mansion where he and his brothers had chosen to settle down was and always would be home—at least until circumstances forced them to move on. “I meant to the mansion.” “Why? Is she there?” He tensed. “Is who there?” “The woman’s whose perfume you reeked of when you arrived. Is she there waiting for you?” Fems possessed an extremely keen scent of smell. The shower hadn’t done the job. He shrugged. “I don’t owe you any explanation, but if I had someone waiting there for me, I wouldn’t have called you. I’m going home to work.” He kissed her on the side of her neck and rose to dress. “I’ll call you on a few days.” “Give me a moment to shower and I’ll come with you.” He finished dressing before he shook his head. “Thanks, but I don’t want or need company.” He walked toward the door and left. On the drive to the mansion, he wondered if it were time to give Toni her walking papers. She appeared to be getting a little too possessive lately. Jealousy in a fem was unattractive and potentially dangerous. Just before he arrived home, she called and apologized. Hearing the regret in her voice, he decided he’d overreacted because he was missing Eliza. At home he found Conner in the living room lying in a recliner reading from the e-book reader Rayna had given him for Christmas. “Home alone?” he asked. Conner nodded. “Adrian, Brandi, and Rayna are spending the weekend with the Stoners.” That surprised him. Adrian and the Stoners weren’t particularly close. “Really?” Conner put his e-reader on the table beside him and sat up in the recliner. “Actually, the original invitation was for Rayna alone but you know Adrian. He wasn’t about to allow Rayna anywhere near Max Stoner without one of for Rayna alone but you know Adrian. He wasn’t about to allow Rayna anywhere near Max Stoner without one of us in tow. So he invited himself and Brandi to watch over our little girl.” “I’m surprised you didn’t go as well.” Conner shrugged. “Adrian and I discussed it and decided I’d better stay home.” “Why? Because the moment either Max or Sebastian Stoner looked at Rayna with lust in his eyes, you’d go ballistic?” Conner narrowed his gaze. “You say that as if you’d be any more open to the idea of her and Max Stoner than I would be.” Jayvyn shrugged. “You’re right.” “Sebastian is okay—I guess, but Max is too damned crazy. There’s no way in hell I’d allow him anywhere near her.” Jayvyn nodded. “I agree.” “And so did Adrian.” Jayvyn frowned. “Do you think we keep too tight a rein on her, Conner?” “She’s not a horse. She doesn’t have a damned rein, but the world is filled with crazies she needs protection from.” Jayvyn nodded. “I know, but I think she’s beginning to feel as if we’re a burden that impedes her love life.” “She’s only fifty! She doesn’t need a love life!” He stared at Conner. “That’s a little old for a human woman to be without a regular man in her life.” Conner shrugged. “But Rayna is no longer fully human. She has at least—what? Another hundred years ahead of her before she needs to worry about being old?” “But maybe it’s time we loosened up a little and let her live, Conner.” Conner sighed. “You think I’m overprotective?” “I know we’re all overprotective of her and I think it’s starting to take a toll. We have to let her