CARRYING HIS HOT BIKER'S PUPS

st of the time. Tom kept promising that his next masterpiece would sell for the same price or more than the first, but he never seemed to be working on anything. It was beginning

the long, arduous hour

said

ged as Tom's falset

y, are still on the table. You're going to make me ill! You know I can

th a thick and playful F

w, but Tom insisted on finding something fancier, somewhere they could truly begin their lives together. But the thought of spending the rest of his life cleaning up after a slacker who was all tal

xpecting a large shipment, and big deals were in the works. While Brent was on vacation in the Bahamas, Andrei was in charge, wo

p sleep. During the night, he felt Tom's warm weight fall beside him. Normally, he would have w

at Andrei when he awoke. Andrei's heart skipped a beat. It was difficult

g, sweethear

aid, snuggling up a

k how your day

could meet. "You were in such a hurry to

olf shifters in town. "I met with one of the alpha

"They're such ferocious beasts, what's

rs the day before; they were a wild bunch, to be sure, but they were fiercely loyal

oney," Andr

"and as soon as I finish this c

ndulgent smile, unsu

ied as he climbed out of

still stacked on top of Andrei's business magazines, and the trash bin stil

like a mule for the next six hours. Andrei'

hank you for keeping the fort manned. Why

phone. He'd be able to return home. Spend some time w

ld home. He hadn't been able to relax in a long time, and

ing nor painting in the loft. Andrei stuffed his keys into his pocket

" Andrei exclai

one he had claimed was just a gallery friend. He'd b

what it ap

aimed

it, yo

keep the condo. "I'm getting o

he walked away. He should have foreseen this. Tom was destin