Jeremy’s life is centered on his three-year-old son, Adam, and his work. He’s a single dad, so he has no time for friends or girlfriends. Then he meets two brothers, and with them, a tall, silent man who fascinates him. But Jeremy isn’t gay...right?
Denver thinks he’ll soon be gone from Whitedell. He doesn’t have a family or friends and is with the pride only to do his job, at least until he finds his mate. He doesn’t want to claim Jeremy, but that choice is taken away from him, and he has to learn to live with a mate and a small child.
The two work hard on creating a life for themselves and raising Adam together, but someone from Jeremy’s past works against them. They will have to fight to keep their new family together and to keep Adam safe.
Denver casually leaned away from the counter against which he was resting. He rinsed his mug and put it in the dishwasher, and still no one was paying attention to him. Denver held his breath and headed for the hallway, but just as he was stepping out of the kitchen’s door, Keenan looked up at him. He hurried out, thinking that maybe he could just run out of the door. His car wasn’t parked too far, and he knew he could outrun the brat. If Keenan didn’t tell Nate Denver was running away, he could disappear in time. There would be hell to pay tonight, but it would be worth it.
“Denver? Where are you going?”
He didn’t even bother to answer. He just hurried toward the door, hearing a commotion behind him as the brats all got up in a hurry to follow him, voices calling him, Keenan’s higher than the others as he threatened him. “If you go out of that door, I’m telling Nate!”
Denver didn’t care. He reached the door and flung it open, ready to fly down the stairs, but the vision in front of him stopped him in his tracks. He froze, his eyes fastened on his mate.
Jeremy was standing in front of him, his hand raised as if he was going to ring the bell, his son on his hip and a bag on the other arm. “Oh, umm, hi. Denver, right?”
Denver nodded, his tongue stuck to his palate as he took in the quiet beauty of his mate. They stayed like that, staring at each other, until the giggles behind him snapped Denver out of it. He twirled around and stalked to Keenan while Jamie went to Jeremy and gestured him in.
“I’ll get back at you for this!” Denver snarled at the human. Anyone would have been shaking in their boots, but Keenan just snorted.
“Yeah, I’m sooo scared. Big, bad Denver is coming for me, please, someone help me!”
Denver growled and reached for the man, stopping before wrapping his hand around Keenan’s throat. He would never hurt the man, no matter what he did. He knew very well Keenan wouldn’t hurt a fly and had a big heart. He was always helping anyone who needed help, and Denver was sure he thought he was helping him right now. He just wished he hadn’t.
“You shouldn’t have done this, Keenan. I don’t want him.”