around for you? I can at least do some checking out. My arm might not be up to flying but I can take my motorcycle.”
Denton hesitated. He didn’t want to involve Marty, but it could be really helpful to know ahead of time if the crocs were there. Not to mention, it would save him from having to be the lovelorn advisor, a position that really didn’t suit him.
“I guess a quick check wouldn’t be too much to ask. Isaac said he thought they were on a container ship by Harbor Island. Check and see if it’s parked at Terminal Eighteen. They can hold up to five container ships there.”
Marty nodded. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I’ve got to go back to the bar and grab my bike. I don’t trust those bastards not to do anything to it while I’m gone. Lance has been aching to get hold of it.”
“Is he one of the guys who’s trying to take your alpha position?” Denton didn’t know much about the hierarchy of hawks, but most alpha spots were only claimed by the strongest.
“Yeah, he’s kind of a shit, though. I’ve had to smack him down quite a bit over the years. The gang doesn’t like that I’m just going to quit. They want me to fight and determine the next alpha.” Marty flexed his right arm, showing off his bulging muscle. “Like I’m going to throw a fight to make them feel better. Idiots. I’ll just grab a bus back to the bar. We’re not that far away.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” Denton asked. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up as he thought of Marty fighting the hawks on his own. That couldn’t end well. Eaton would kill him if Marty had the snot beat out of him. He didn’t doubt the alpha could take them one-on-one, but if they attacked as a group, Marty could be in trouble.
Marty made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. “The day I can’t take on my own flock is the day I don’t deserve Eaton. See you later, alligator,” Marty stood up to leave.
“That’s crocodile,” Denton snapped. “We’re not the same thing, pigeon.”
Marty laughed. “You know, when your eyes go all reptile, it’s kind of creepy. I like it.”
Chuckling, Marty walked out the door.
Denton wondered if Eaton would really mind if the guy he had his eye on disappeared. Permanently.
At least Marty was out of his hair for a bit. Denton placed a call to Anderson and, as suspected, the guy didn’t care if they delayed their quote on the next job as long as Harris was working.
“We’ll do it next Monday,” Denton assured Anderson after promising to let him get a sneak peak at Harris’s work. The man was more than a little obsessed, but since he always treated Harris nicely, Denton hadn’t stepped in. Not to mention that the little blush Harris always got when Anderson was mentioned was freaking adorable.
Looking at the clock, Denton decided he had time to work on his songs for a bit before he met up with Isaac. Plenty of time to smooth out that last stanza that was bugging him.
Chapter Six
Isaac pulled in front of the mansion, happy once again that Broden had left him the security remote to access the grounds without having to bother anyone. Since Harris was usually the one at home, he hated to disturb the artist when he might be in the middle of a creative surge.
He frowned when he found the front door unlocked. Generally, they were more security conscious than that. The sound of music lured him to the back of the house where he discovered Denton playing the guitar on a couch with pages of sheet music surrounding him. Denton paused halfway through the song and jotted down a few notes.
Love for Denton caught Isaac by the throat and threatened to strangle him. He took a slow, measured breath. Damn, Denton was beautiful. From his elegant fingers plucking the guitar strings to his bent dark head, the perfection of his mate struck Isaac hard.
“Hey, when did you get here?” Denton said. His welcoming smile drew Isaac forward to greet
Denton hesitated. He didn’t want to involve Marty, but it could be really helpful to know ahead of time if the crocs were there. Not to mention, it would save him from having to be the lovelorn advisor, a position that really didn’t suit him.
“I guess a quick check wouldn’t be too much to ask. Isaac said he thought they were on a container ship by Harbor Island. Check and see if it’s parked at Terminal Eighteen. They can hold up to five container ships there.”
Marty nodded. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I’ve got to go back to the bar and grab my bike. I don’t trust those bastards not to do anything to it while I’m gone. Lance has been aching to get hold of it.”
“Is he one of the guys who’s trying to take your alpha position?” Denton didn’t know much about the hierarchy of hawks, but most alpha spots were only claimed by the strongest.
“Yeah, he’s kind of a shit, though. I’ve had to smack him down quite a bit over the years. The gang doesn’t like that I’m just going to quit. They want me to fight and determine the next alpha.” Marty flexed his right arm, showing off his bulging muscle. “Like I’m going to throw a fight to make them feel better. Idiots. I’ll just grab a bus back to the bar. We’re not that far away.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” Denton asked. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up as he thought of Marty fighting the hawks on his own. That couldn’t end well. Eaton would kill him if Marty had the snot beat out of him. He didn’t doubt the alpha could take them one-on-one, but if they attacked as a group, Marty could be in trouble.
Marty made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. “The day I can’t take on my own flock is the day I don’t deserve Eaton. See you later, alligator,” Marty stood up to leave.
“That’s crocodile,” Denton snapped. “We’re not the same thing, pigeon.”
Marty laughed. “You know, when your eyes go all reptile, it’s kind of creepy. I like it.”
Chuckling, Marty walked out the door.
Denton wondered if Eaton would really mind if the guy he had his eye on disappeared. Permanently.
At least Marty was out of his hair for a bit. Denton placed a call to Anderson and, as suspected, the guy didn’t care if they delayed their quote on the next job as long as Harris was working.
“We’ll do it next Monday,” Denton assured Anderson after promising to let him get a sneak peak at Harris’s work. The man was more than a little obsessed, but since he always treated Harris nicely, Denton hadn’t stepped in. Not to mention that the little blush Harris always got when Anderson was mentioned was freaking adorable.
Looking at the clock, Denton decided he had time to work on his songs for a bit before he met up with Isaac. Plenty of time to smooth out that last stanza that was bugging him.
Chapter Six
Isaac pulled in front of the mansion, happy once again that Broden had left him the security remote to access the grounds without having to bother anyone. Since Harris was usually the one at home, he hated to disturb the artist when he might be in the middle of a creative surge.
He frowned when he found the front door unlocked. Generally, they were more security conscious than that. The sound of music lured him to the back of the house where he discovered Denton playing the guitar on a couch with pages of sheet music surrounding him. Denton paused halfway through the song and jotted down a few notes.
Love for Denton caught Isaac by the throat and threatened to strangle him. He took a slow, measured breath. Damn, Denton was beautiful. From his elegant fingers plucking the guitar strings to his bent dark head, the perfection of his mate struck Isaac hard.
“Hey, when did you get here?” Denton said. His welcoming smile drew Isaac forward to greet
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