Page 65 of Flint's Arrow
“When are you leaving?” he asked.
“Nine.” Pax bounced again. “Storm’s making an early dinner, so we’re not drinking on empty stomachs. Devon’s driving because he doesn’t drink much anyway.”
Flint looked at Arrow, who shrugged with that easy grace he’d developed since leaving the city.
“I’m game if you are,” Arrow said.
“Fine.” Flint felt his own smile forming. “But if anyone makes fun of the overalls…”
“They won’t.” Pax hugged him quickly. “And if they do, Arrow can give them the scary boss face.”
“I don’t have a scary boss face.”
“You absolutely do.” Pax was already heading toward the path to Storm’s house. “Nine o’clock! Don’t be late!”
Flint watched him go, then turned to Arrow. “We’re really doing this?”
“Apparently.” Arrow pulled him close, kissing his forehead. “It could be fun.”
“Why do I get the impression you hate clubs?”
“I hated the clubs I went to in the city.” Arrow’s hands settled on Flint’s waist, fingers finding the pockets of his overalls. “Those were full of people trying to impress each other. This is just us and our friends.”
Our friends.Flint leaned into Arrow’s warmth, breathing in his mate’s scent. “You’re sure you don’t mind the overalls?”
“Babe, I’ve watched you on the range in those overalls.” Arrow’s voice dropped lower. “They’re sexy as hell on you.”
Heat rushed through their bond, making Flint’s cheeks warm. “They’re practical work clothes.”
“They show off your ass.” Arrow’s hands slid down to prove his point. “And you look adorable in them. Plus, I like that you’re confident enough not to care what strangers think.”
“I’m not that confident.”
“You’re the most dangerous person I know.” Arrow kissed him properly this time. “You just hide it behind a pretty face and a floppy sun hat.”
Flint kissed him back, losing himself for a moment in the taste and feel of his mate. His snake stirred contentedly, pleased with the affection.
“We should probably get ready,” Flint said eventually.
“Probably.” Arrow didn’t let go. “Though if we’re late, we could just blame it on getting distracted.”
“Pax will kill us both.”
“Fair point.” Arrow released him with obvious reluctance. “Shower?”
They showered together, which did make them slightly late, but Flint couldn’t bring himself to care. Arrow took his time washingFlint’s hair, fingers massaging his scalp until Flint nearly purred. They dried off and dressed - Flint in his green gingham overalls over a white T-shirt, Arrow in dark jeans and a black button-down that made him look dangerous and expensive all at once.
“You’re going to get hit on all night,” Flint said, studying his mate.
“So are you.” Arrow adjusted Flint’s overall straps, straightening them with careful attention. “Good thing we both know who we’re going home with.”
Flint touched the scar on his neck where Arrow had bitten him. The raised skin was visible above his shirt collar, a permanent declaration of their bond. It wouldn’t mean anything to the humans in the club, but to any paranormal, it was a blazing signal to stay away.
They walked to Devon and Wren’s place, where everyone was gathering. Storm answered the door wearing cargo shorts and a tank top that showed off his muscular arms. Behind him, Pax posed in yellow gingham overalls that matched the cheerful color scheme he favored.
“You came!” Pax grabbed Flint’s arm. “Wait until you see Wren.”
Wren emerged from the bedroom in rainbow-patterned overalls, his curly hair artfully styled. He gave Flint a shy smile.
