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crisis in the same situation, but not Chay. Chay was happy as a pig in shit. The man seemed so comfortable in his own skin it was almost disgusting. “Pita.”
    Chay blinked. “Peta, as in the ‘people for the ethnical treatment of animals’?”
    “Nope. Pita, as in ‘pain in the ass’.”
    Chay chuckled and peeked down at Pita, shaking his leg a little, playing tug-of-war. “It fits.” Chay pulled out a chair and sat down. “Did he keep you up all night?”
    “He would have, but I got smart and put him in bed with me.”
    “You’re brave. He didn’t pee in the bed?”
    “Nah, we had a nice long talk about what happens to puppies who go in the house.”
    Chay smiled and ducked his head under the table. The growling had stopped. Was that the smell of…? “Are you sure he speaks English? ‘Cause he just went in the house.”
    “Oh damn.” He’d been taking Pita out every hour. Keaton looked at the clock. Shit, he’d gotten wrapped up in reading the Apache book Chay had given him and he’d forgotten to take the pest outside. He glanced down at Pita and pointed. “Bad dog.” He grabbed the pup by the scruff of his neck, showed him the puddle, swatted his behind and took him outside.
    Pita had done all his business inside, because once Keaton set him down outside the little pest took off pouncing after a grasshopper. Keaton shook his head.
    He smelled Chay before he heard the door close. Two hands landed on his shoulders and began kneading. “I cleaned up the puddle.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Welcome. We have to go meet with John, my pack leader, in about an hour.” Chay bent and kissed the back of his neck, nipping before he straightened.
    That was nice . Keaton shivered at the sensation. And damn if his cock didn’t stand straight up. Well not straight up, it was sort of to the side. He had the urge to reach down and adjust. He shifted a little, wiggling side to side. It didn’t help.
    Chay chuckled. “What are you doing?” He placed another kiss on Keaton’s neck.
    “Cut that out.”
    “Why?” Chay breathed the words across the bare skin above his shirt collar.
    Not fair. Keaton shivered again. “You’re giving me a boner.”
    Chay squeezed his shoulders, his thumbs digging in. “Is that a bad thing?”
    Oh, really, really not fair. He dropped his head forward, relaxing into the massage. “It is when we have an appointment to keep.”
    “I haven’t touched you since the other night.”
    Was that a pout? Keaton’s cock twitched. Damn, Chay was something else. The man sounded disappointed. He smiled remembering “the other night”. “Since the ‘episode’?”
    “Exactly. And stop laughing at my terminology.” Chay’s fingers dug in harder, reprimanding.
    “I’m not.” He tilted his head side to side, then glanced up to check on Pita.
    “Yes, you are. I can hear it in your voice.” He kissed the side of Keaton’s neck. “I’d called it a temper tantrum, but you seem to object to that.”
    He snorted. “I wasn’t throwing a temper tantrum.”
    “Whatever you say, Bit.”
    He turned to face Chay, chuckling, making his glasses slide down. “That’s right, don’t forget that. Whatever I say goes, and we’ll get along great.”
    Chay smiled, his eyes twinkling. He pushed Keaton’s glasses back up his nose, before settling his hands on Keaton’s hips. “You look sexy in glasses.”
    “I look like the nerd that I am.”
    “No, you look smart. It’s hot.” He ran the backs of his fingers down Keaton’s cheek. “You only need them for reading?”
    “Uh-huh. I’m farsighted.” Keaton leaned into the touch.
    Chay caressed his neck, staring at Keaton’s lips. “No problems seeing in wolf form?”
    Keaton shook his head. Damn, the smell of arousal poured off Chay. He knew if he looked down, Chay would be every bit as hard as he was. It made his head swim. He loved how Chay always touched him.
    What had Chay asked? Oh yeah. “No, Dr. Winston, I have perfect vision in