Just a Taste of Me [Wolf Creek Pack 2]

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easy, Dev, but how can it be? What happens when the pack finds out that I’m mated to a man? You know it’s not going to go over easy. Then there’s the whole human thing.”
    “Do you plan on keeping him?” Devlin inquired.
    “Of course I do. What makes you even ask that? Keeley’s my mate!” Reece said sharply.
    “Then why does any of the rest of it even matter? If you plan on keeping him, then that’s the end of it, don’t you think? You and the pack are just going to have to accept it,” Devlin reasoned.
    Reece was silent for a moment, then slowly started chuckling. “I guess that pretty much says it all, doesn’t it?”
    “Yeah, it does, but don’t worry, Reece, there’ll be some grumbling in the beginning, but eventually the rest of the pack will accept Keeley. I imagine that pretty soon, him being human won’t even be an issue.”
    “I hope so,” Reece replied quietly.
    “Well, look at this way, either they accept him or he hits them over the head with a cookie sheet.”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
    Reece could see Keeley standing in the doorway when he and Devlin pulled up in front of the house a couple of hours later. Reece thought he looked a bit anxious.
    Keeley hopped from foot to foot while he waited for Reece to carry his bags in, giving him a quick kiss before grabbing them and heading back inside. “Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be back down for lunch. You can start pulling the stuff out. It’s all in the fridge in containers.”
    Keeley hurried up the stairs, stopping at the top to look back down at Reece’s amused face. “And don’t forget to set the table.”
    “Hey wait, don’t you want your cookie sheets, Keeley?” Reece called up to him.
    “Put them in the kitchen. I need to go get into some of my own clothes,” Keeley yelled back as he hurried to the bedroom.
    Reece was a little disappointed that Keeley seemed so determined to put his own clothes on. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that something of his was covering Keeley. Maybe Keeley didn’t feel the same way.
    Guess he’d have to talk to him about that. Talking seemed easier than ignoring the problem and hoping for the best, as long as he remembered not to yell. Keeley didn’t react well to him yelling, which might be a problem. Reece tended to yell a lot.
    Reece shrugged his shoulders and went back out to the car for the rest of the stuff he had purchased in town, which were as many cookie sheets as he could find, a large bottle of lube, and a bouquet of red roses with baby’s breath and a nice crystal vase. The lady at the flower shop said that Keeley was sure to like them. Reece certainly hoped so.
    Setting the cookie sheets down on the counter, Reece filled the vase with water and put the roses in it, setting it in the middle of the table. He grabbed the small note card that came with the flowers and pulled it out of its small envelope to read.
    You’re adorable…Quilliam
    It had seemed like the thing to do at the time, but now he felt stupid. Maybe he should just give him the flowers and not the note? It felt like an emotional, mushy thing to do now that he stood in the kitchen. Maybe he shouldn’t even give him the flowers?
    “Don’t even think about it, Reece.”
    Reece jumped and spun around to see Devlin standing in the doorway. “About what?”
    “You can’t fool me, Quilliam Reece. You’re thinking about not giving Keeley the flowers or the note. Don’t. Take a chance here, Reece. Give him the flowers and the note. See what he says. I think you might be surprised.”
    Reece felt his face heat up as he put the note back in the small envelope, placing it in the middle of the flowers. “You’d better be right about this. If he makes fun of me, you’re a dead man.”
    “Even if he doesn’t like the flowers, Keeley doesn’t seem like the type of person to make fun of you,” Devlin said as he walked farther into the room. “Where is he anyway?”
    “He grabbed

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