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hit the call button before whoever it was hung up or the call went to voice mail. “Hello?”
    “Who’s this?” The voice was a little surprised, gruff—like whoever it was didn’t appreciate Aubrey answering Matt’s phone—and male.
    Aubrey ground his teeth together and his right eye twitched. Who the hell was this and why was he calling Matt’s phone and acting all possessive? If Aubrey had been in wolf form, his hackles would’ve risen. “Aubrey Reynolds. Who’s this?”
    “Oh hey.” The caller’s tone lightened immediately. “This is Logan. Can I talk to my brother?”
    Ah, Logan. Aubrey relaxed marginally. Which one was he? Aubrey needed to learn which of Matt’s brothers were which. That was something he should know about his mate even if they weren’t really mated. But he had the next several months to figure that out.
    Sprawled on the couch, Matt wiggled his fingers in front of his face. What was he doing?
    Aubrey suppressed a chuckle. “Yeah, just a sec.” Taking the phone away from his ear, Aubrey headed toward Matt. “It’s Logan.”
    Matt blinked up at him and flopped his hand out, palm up.
    Aubrey gave him the phone and Matt put it upside down to his ear. “’Lo?”
    “Matthew?” The concern in Logan’s voice came through loud and clear.
    No doubt Matt heard his brother, but Aubrey took the phone and turned it the right way.
    “What?” Matt scrunched up his brow and gave Aubrey a heart-stopping grin. “Thank you.”
    Sitting on the arm of the couch over Matt’s head, Aubrey smiled down at his mate. “You’re welcome.” It would be easy to bend down and kiss him. What would he kiss like? Would he throw himself into the kiss? Or would he be shy and reserved, willing to follow Aubrey’s lead?
    “What’s going on? Are you okay?” Logan demanded.
    Nodding, Matt kept his eyes on Aubrey. “Yup.”
    Before he realized what he was doing, Aubrey brushed a lock of black hair off Matt’s forehead. His soft skin was such a striking color. Not many people had as smooth a complexion as Matt. He was amazing, and Aubrey’s fingers itched to touch him everywhere. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be harder than hell.
    “Why didn’t you call me back? And why do you sound weird?” The younger Mahihkan—Matt was the firstborn—sounded more like an older brother.
    “Had a few drinks. It’s all good.” Matt nodded again, dislodging the phone from his ear.
    “Give the phone back to Aubrey.”
    “’Kay.” He held the phone out and wiggled it at Aubrey.
    Frowning, Aubrey took the phone. “Hello?”
    “What’re your plans?”
    “I beg your pardon?” Aubrey clenched his teeth again.
    “Matt doesn’t drink.”
    That much was obvious. Matt fiddled with something near Aubrey’s leg, grabbing it with his thumb and forefinger.
    “I want to know he’s not going to end up dead in an alley.” Logan paused for a few seconds. “Let me be more specific. If something happens to Matthew—”
    Aubrey squelched down a warning growl, fighting the surge of adrenaline. He couldn’t tell Logan to butt out. Officially, Aubrey wasn’t in the position to say what Matt could and couldn’t do without acknowledging to the world that Matt was his mate. He wanted to beat his head against a wall and maybe Logan’s too. He was going to have to control the possessive tendencies toward Matt. Matt’s brother was only looking out for him. Aubrey would be the same way if it were Keaton. Of course, Keaton would get all pissed and give Aubrey hell for it, but still… “Your brother is fine. He’s not going anywhere. I’m taking care of him.”
    The leg of Aubrey’s gray slacks pulled tight and puckered over his knee. What the hell?
    Matt held a string, still attached to Aubrey’s suit pants, in front of his face. His eyes crossed as he stared at it and continued pulling.
    “If you are trying to undress me, there are easier ways to do it.” Swatting Matt’s hand away, Aubrey chuckled and got