“Uh-huh.” He shook his head. “I’m just going to go and check on Christopher.” He nodded towards the computer. “Glad to see you’re doing your homework.”
She blushed at his knowing look but decided to brave it out. “Thanks.”
Gareth Beckett strolled out of the room with the same grace his brother usually exhibited. Oddly the sight didn’t move her the way it did when she watched Chris, but she still enjoyed the view. “How many of you are there, anyway?”
He was laughing. “Four.”
“Four of you? Lord help the women of the world.” She frowned, glancing back down at the open registry. Wait. Four?
He ducked his head back in. “Only three of us are available now, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe.” He made his way out of the office again, chuckling. “And who the hell is Cole, anyway?” She shouted after him.
“Ask Chris,” he yelled back.
She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hand, suddenly weary. “I’m so going to kill Kelly. Stupid boondock bachelorette party. It’s not like there isn’t a male strip club right here in Philly. We could have done pizza and Club Risque, damn it.” She turned back to the computer and shot off a quick email to Kerry, telling her she’d get in touch as soon as she could, deleted the spam about a bigger penis for her pleasure, and shut the computer back down before heading back into the blue bedroom to face the Beckett brothers.
Time to throw myself to the wolves.
“Why are you here, Gareth?”
“Your mate didn’t tell you I was on my way, did she?” Gareth was sprawled in the seat Lana had sat in, poking a curious finger at the mostly dead plant on the nightstand.
Chris was vaguely reassured that there was still some green left on it. With Lana’s help it might even survive.
“No, she didn’t, probably because I was asleep up until ten minutes ago.”
Christopher got out of bed and reached for his shoes. He was feeling remarkably well considering he’d napped most of the day fully dressed. He usually felt rumpled and out of sorts when he did that. Actually, he did still feel rumpled, but the knowledge that his mate had chosen to stay by his side was a joyful hum inside him. He did, however, dislike feeling rumpled, so he decided to change into some fresh clothes.
“Hmm. Too busy on the computer, I guess.”
Christopher stopped on the way to his suitcase. “She was probably just checking her email.”
“And asking about Cole.”
“Shit.” Christopher ran his fingers through his hair. He’d been hoping she’d wait for him to deal with his old nemesis. He should have known better. “What did you tell her?”
Because he already knew that she’d take whatever little bone his brother had thrown her and build an entire skeleton out of it.
His brother shot him an annoyed look. “To ask you.”
Christopher nodded, relieved. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” Gareth grinned. “Grats, by the way. Alannah’s a cutie.”
Christopher growled and grabbed his suitcase, heading into the bathroom in the hallway. He flipped open the suitcase and pulled out the nice dark wash jeans. “Thank you. I think.”
“Seriously. If you two weren’t mated, I’d make a play for her. She’s feisty.”
Christopher pulled out the golden yellow microfiber shirt, wondering if Lana would like the soft feel of the fabric. He started to get undressed, tossing his dirty clothes back in the suitcase. “Yes, she is. Almost too feisty.”
“Hey, if she’s too much for you to handle, bro, toss her my way. I could use a little cute and hot.”
Christopher could feel his wolf protesting Gareth’s laughing comment. “Drop it, Gareth.” The rumbling quality of his voice startled him. The wolf was closer to the surface than he’d thought.
The silence on the other side of the door was deafening. Christopher got dressed and stepped back into the bedroom, ready to face his brother.
Instead he saw Lana sitting on the bed, Gareth staring out the window behind her.
“Who’s Cole?”
He finished buttoning his jeans, gratified at the way her gaze drifted to his hands.
“Cole is a member of the Godwin family.”
“The Godwins are rivals of the Becketts. They’ve hated us ever since great great great great granddad ate great great great great grandma.”
Christopher just shook his head at Gareth. “That’s one reason, but not all.”
Lana frowned. “The great grandma who got eaten was a Godwin?”
“Yes, she was, and she was the reason our ancestor jilted the witch.”
“And they still hold a grudge?”
Christopher shrugged. “Wizard memories are long.”
“Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, huh?”
“For you are crunchy and good with ketchup,” Gareth snickered.
Christopher rolled his eyes. “That’s dragons, nitwit.”
Lana was looking at him with wide-eyed innocence. “Dragons are good with ketchup?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yes. Yes, they are. They are especially good on wheat buns.”
“Sorry.” But she didn’t look all that repentant. He had the strongest urge to reach over and kiss the smile flirting at the edges of her mouth.
“Cole, for some bizarre reason, felt the need to poke at Christopher all through school.” Gareth moved away from the window and sprawled in the chair next to the bed.
Christopher almost growled. Gareth’s knee was touching Lana’s. He reached out and moved her leg. “And I, for one, didn’t really see why I shouldn’t poke back.”
“This great rivalry sprung up between them.”
He sat next to Lana, placing one hand on her knee, knowing how possessive the move looked and not really caring. He was possessive where she was concerned, so everyone would just have to get used to it. “Things got more and more heated.
Competing for the same grades, the same classes—”
“The same girls.” Christopher snarled at Gareth, who just grinned. “Seriously, bro, my favorite was when you marked Cole’s backpack in college.”
“Marked? You mean…?”
Gareth nodded. “Yup. And it was open at the time.”
Christopher flushed. He tried to forget that one, but Gareth still, after all these years, found it hilariously funny.
“Ugh.” Lana shuddered, looking disgusted. He’d have to explain to her later exactly how drunk he’d been when he’d done that. “But why did Cole threaten to kill me? So far it sounds more like jealousy than anything else. What drove it over the edge of pissy testosterone games into death threats?”
“He threatened to kill you? ” Gareth stood, his hair practically standing on end, and glared at Chris. “When were you going to tell me Cole threatened your mate?”
“I would have last night, but you were too busy laughing your ass off over the fact that I’d mated a witch.”
Gareth zipped his lips. “Ixnay on the aughinglay.”
“Oronmay.”
Lana’s comeback startled a laugh out of Gareth. “I like her.”
The hand on Lana’s knee tightened. “Just don’t like her too much.”
Gareth waved his hand. “Maybe I’ll mate a witch. They’re a lot more fun than some of those prissy wizard women.”
“Uh-huh.” Lana stood and brushed by Gareth. “Okay, so Cole wants to get back at Christopher for peeing on his life, right?”
“Something like that.” Christopher found himself not surprised at all when she started pacing. It looked to be a habit of hers when she was thinking or upset.