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hear voices in the living room as he led the way through to the den and had to smother a grin when he walked in and saw Justin leaning close to Ben on the couch. They were alone in the room and RJ knew what would happen if they thought they still were.
    “Hey, guys,” he greeted them and watched in amusement when they jumped apart. He heard Nikki smother a laugh and had to hold in his own.
    Ben blushed and dipped his head. Justin, a little more comfortable, just sighed and leant back. “Great timing,” he muttered in complaint.
    Nikki brushed past him and patted his head. “Better luck next time,” she teased.
    Justin wrinkled his nose. “At least one of us got something.”
    This time both Nikki and Ben blushed.
    “Hey, I thought I heard voices,” Dylan said, joining them.
    Everyone froze in place. Dylan walked halfway through the room before stopping. “What? What did I miss?”
    Nikki cleared her throat, Ben was squirming in his seat, and Justin found his hands interesting.
    “Okay, what?” Dylan asked again.
    “Brandon’s not here yet. I’ll put the coffee on.” Ben jumped up and ran out of the room.
    Dylan raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. RJ just shrugged. He wasn’t going to give Ben away. Ben would tell them when he was ready.
    “Hmm,” Dylan hummed. “Okay, you want to tell me about your run-in with Samson Lewis in front of the café instead?”
    Damn . RJ thought about throwing Ben under the bus but just couldn’t do it. He strolled over to his spot on the fireplace hearth where Nikki had already taken a seat.
    “He started it.”
    Justin tried to hold back and a chuckle and failed. Nikki slapped a hand on her forehead while Dylan scowled at him.
    “I know you did not just say ‘he started it’ like a four-year-old,” Ben commented, coming back in the room.
    RJ thought about once again about telling on his younger brother but that really would make him look like a four-year-old. “Well, he did,” he complained.
    Nikki elbowed him. “We were walking to the café when Samson came out and made some…rude comments.”
    Dylan leant forward and RJ sighed.
    “Normally, you wouldn’t lose your cool over some words. You have better control than that,” Dylan stated, plainly knowing there was more.
    RJ wanted to squirm in his seat like Ben had earlier. “Yeah, well…”
    “What did he say, RJ?” Dylan asked directly.
    “He was talking about me,” Nikki told them quietly. RJ noticed she was also rubbing the wrist Samson had grabbed.
    “And?” Dylan pressed.
    “He put his hands on her!” RJ exploded and stood. “And had we not been dealing with this damn challenge, I would have taken him out.”
    Dylan raised his hand. “And you would have been right but there are ways to handle things. What would have happened if Mike hadn’t been there?” Dylan asked.
    “I would have fucked up what we are trying to accomplish with the Pack,” RJ admitted.
    “Which was his point,” Dylan assured him.
    RJ plopped back down and accepted Nikki’s hand when she held it out to him. He kissed her palm, which calmed him a bit.
    “One thing for sure. He is in no condition to challenge you. He’d been drinking, heavily, and is in no way as strong as you,” RJ told him.
    Dylan nodded. “That’s why they needed Brandon.” Dylan glanced at his watch. “Who should be here by now?”
    “I’ll call him,” Justin said, pulling out his cell phone.
    “So, if they’ve lost Brandon, does that mean they won’t challenge?” Ben asked from across the room.
    Dylan shrugged. “I don’t know. Cameron tried to get hold of the elders but no one would answer. They’ve shut him out.”
    Nikki groaned. “I don’t understand why they are trying to stir everyone up. There’s only, like, six of them left. They don’t even hold any positions in the Pack anymore.”
    “But they’re still listened to and they advise Cameron. I think they’re worried about losing that small amount of power,” Dylan