Page 64 of Flint's Arrow
Arrow closed his eyes, breathing in Flint’s scent.I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Chapter Twenty-One
“You have to come!”
Flint looked up from his strawberry plants to find Pax bouncing in the greenhouse doorway like a hyperactive hummingbird. The pixie’s wings weren’t visible, but his entire body vibrated with barely contained excitement.
“Come where?” Flint set down his pruning shears and wiped his hands on his overalls - the green gingham ones he’d worn since long before meeting Arrow.
“To a club!” Pax clapped his hands together. “In Big Sky. The four of us are going.”
“Four?”
“Me, Storm, Wren, and Devon, seeing as Calvin and Levi are off on a job.” Pax grinned wider. “Well, six now. You and Arrow, too.”
Flint frowned. “I don’t really do clubs.”
“You do now.” Pax marched into the greenhouse, grabbed Flint’s wrist, and tugged. “Come on. Wren and I already planned it. We’re wearing our overalls.”
“To a club?” Flint followed Pax out of the greenhouse mostly because the pixie’s grip was surprisingly strong. “Pax, that’s…”
“Adorable? Amazing? Perfectly us?” Pax spun to face him, walking backward toward the house. “Wren ordered a pair just like yours after seeing how cute you looked in them. Now we match.”
Flint couldn’t help smiling. Wren had been so shy when he’d first arrived, yet he’d been immediately drawn to Flint’s clothes. Now he collected bright clothes like other people collected stamps.
“What did Storm say about this plan?”
“He said yes.” Pax’s expression turned smug. “Because he’s a good mate who wants me to have fun. Devon already agreed, too. So all we need is you and Arrow.”
Arrow emerged from the house at that moment, probably drawn by the sound of voices. He wore jeans and a simple gray T-shirt that made his eyes look even more striking.
“Need me for what?”
“Going to a club.” Pax released Flint to beam at Arrow. “All six of us. Tonight.”
Arrow glanced at Flint, one eyebrow raised. Through their bond, Flint felt his mate’s amusement and willingness. Arrow had learned not to make decisions for Flint, waiting instead for his response.
“I don’t know.” Flint crossed his arms, suddenly self-conscious. “The three of us in overalls? We’ll stand out.”
“So?” Pax planted his hands on his hips. “What’s the point of having big mates if we can’t have fun with them?”
“Big mates?” Arrow’s lips twitched.
“You know what I mean.” Pax waved a hand. “Tall. Protective. Good for dancing with.” He turned back to Flint. “Nobody’s going to mess with us when we’ve got three assassins and Arrow watching our backs.”
“You’re including me?” Flint blinked.
“You’re scary when you want to be.” Pax’s grin turned wicked. “I’ve seen you shoot. Plus, Arrow looks like he could buy the whole club if anyone annoyed him.”
“I quit my job, remember?” But Arrow was smiling now, clearly entertained.
“Yeah, but you’ve still got that look.” Pax gestured at Arrow’s face. “Like you’re about to fire someone just for breathing wrong.”
Arrow laughed outright at that. “I never actually fired anyone.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’ve got the face for it.” Pax grabbed both their hands. “Please? It’ll be fun. We never get to go out and just be normal.”
Normal. Flint considered the word. None of them were normal - a pixie, a chameleon shifter, a snake, a crocodile, a bear, and a wolf. But maybe that was exactly the point.
