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like you don’t have a different woman every night, Kellen. I’m single, healthy, and can’t help it if there is a line of ladies willing to, as you so eloquently put it, bounce on my cock. You’re exactly the same, so don’t even think to condemn me, brother. Just tell me what I need to do. You want a list of every woman I’ve fucked or had suck me off? Give me a pen and paper.”
    Lyric got up off the couch. “I think this is our cue to go.”
    “I want you both to stay here at the clubhouse in one of the suites. Don’t worry, there are some that are freshly cleaned.” Kellen smirked.
    Rowan got up to stand next to Lyric. “How safe are we here?”
    “Safer than you are away from here.” Kellen answered.
    A deep growl echoed around the room. “They’re not staying in the same suite.” Xan moved around the bar.
    Kellen got in front of him. “You and I have some work to do and a lady to find before someone else gets hurt. Taya may not be your mate , but she’s someone’s. Let your sister help Rowan get settled while you use your nose and head.”
    Xan inhaled, making Rowan think he was ready to explode, only his eyes flared and then rested on Lyric who flushed a rosy red.
    “Motherfuckingsonofabitch,” Xan said.
    “Exactly.” Kellen slapped Xan on the back.
    “Well, all right then. We will go find that clean suite. Err, thanks for the hospitality,” Rowan said.
    There were some undercurrents going on, but for the life of him, he had no clue how to decipher them. Lyric grabbed his hand and led him from the room, but not before her friend Syn kissed her cheek and hugged her. Rowan didn’t understand these wolves and their touchy-feely selves.
    He was onboard for touching and feeling Lyric. The idea sprang into his head as they left the office and wouldn’t leave. They didn’t go back through the crowded bar. Lyric kept hold of his hand that didn’t have the duffel bag. He felt a little panicked at not having a hand free in case they came up against any threat. She clearly knew where they were going, taking a few turns through the darkened hallway, steadily going down until they hit a steel door with a keypad. He watched her enter the code, memorizing the number.
    Rowan adjusted her stance. “You need to make sure you put your body in front of you when you enter the code. That way anyone around or behind you can’t see what the access number is. I now have the key to get in should I want to come back.”
    “Jeezus, what are you, some sort of security expert?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Seriously?” she asked, pushing open the heavy door.
    Rowan approved of the security they had in place; they only needed to teach everyone how to enter the code without broadcasting what it was.
    To the right of the dimly lit hallway was a reception area manned by an elderly couple.
    “Hiya, Mrs. McCartney. How are you feeling this evening?” Lyric smiled.
    “Lyric, you know how it is. Today is good. You wanting a suite for your friend?” Mrs. McCartney asked.
    Rowan suppressed his chuckle. “Evening, ma’am. My name is Rowan. Kellen wants us to stay here for a day or two. I hope you don’t mind.” He tipped an imaginary hat at the elderly woman. He was sure she saw all kinds of comings and goings through these halls.
    “Well, now, missy, why didn’t you say the alpha sent you both down here. I have the perfect suite for you. Not one of the ones the boys usually use, either.” Mrs. McCartney sniffed.
    “Now, honey. You know them boys are just playing until they find them someone like you. They gotta look under a lot of pots until they find their gold.” Mr. McCartney winked at Rowan.
    “Hmm. How many pots did you look under, dear?” Mrs. McCartney opened a safe and pulled out a key.
    “Not many. You were waiting right there, my love. I’ve been living in bliss ever since.” The old man winked again. Rowan turned his head and coughed into his hand.
    “You okay there, young man?” The older man