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never led him astray before, but duty called, and Miles would be perfectly safe here.
    “Miles, promise me you’ll stay in the house?”
    Miles rolled his eyes. “Where would I go? It’s ten o’clock at night.
    Ben placed his hands on either side of Miles’s face. “Promise me.”
    A twinkle lit up his mate’s eyes. “I promise. Now go so you can get back and we can explore this mating thing together.”
    Miles dropped his gaze and chewed on his lower lip. Ben’s breath got stuck in his chest. Could Miles be ready to make that commitment? He remembered how to breathe again and pulled his mate into a hard, forceful kiss. This was only the beginning for him and Miles.
    The rumbling from Miles’s moan brought him back to his senses, and he pulled back from Miles. “I’ll be back.” Ben dropped one more kiss to his mate’s forehead. “Stay in the inside. Jensen and Cabot will keep look out around the house.”
    “Yes sir.” Miles saluted him.
    “Wise ass.” Ben chuckled as he turned to leave. He still had an odd feeling inside him that something didn’t seem right, but it had to be nerves for finally putting an end to Malcolm once and for all.

Chapter Seven

    “So, cuz, what are we going to do now?”
    Miles looked up at his cousin as he walked into the dining room. He still sat on top of the table, absently tracing his fingertip across his lips and remembering Ben’s mouth upon his. The man had just left, and he already missed him.
    Pushing his needy thoughts away, he could function without Ben around. He had survived twenty-one years without him. He could go a few hours without the man he was beginning to love being around.
    Miles shrugged. “We could pop some popcorn and watch a movie. What do ya say, little man?”
    Trevor started to walk toward the kitchen. “You keep calling me little, and I’m going to show you little.” He spun on his heel and punched at the air. “I got moves that will make you cry like a bitch.”
    He looked at his cousin dancing around like a crazed boxer, getting ready to go three rounds. Laughter slowly bubbled up from his chest as he watched the show in front of him. The ringing of the doorbell ceased his laughter.
    “Who could that be?”
    Miles shook his head. “I’m not sure.”
    He started to head for the door, but Trevor’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. Miles turned to look at his cousin.
    “Are you sure it’s safe? I mean, the guys just left. Doesn’t it seem odd someone would be coming over now?”
    Miles took a minute to think about it but thought it a silly notion. They had two shifters outside watching the house. If danger came a calling, the guys outside would have sent some sort of warning.
    “Trevor, relax. Ben said he had Jensen and Cabot outside keeping watch. They wouldn’t let anything happen to us.” At his cousin’s furrowed brow, he reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “Stop worrying. Go to the kitchen and start the popcorn, and I’ll get the door.”
    Trevor’s eyes darted to the door when the doorbell rang again. “Okay. I guess I am a little jumpy. Sure you don’t want me to go with you?”
    Miles shook his head. “I think I can handle opening up a door all by myself.” He chuckled when Trevor flipped him the finger.
    Trevor turned and headed to the kitchen. Miles waited until he was out of sight then walked toward the front door. He looked out the peephole and saw a man with his back to the door wearing a ball cap turned around backward. Miles recognized the hat as Jensen’s from dinner, a Red Sox cap.
    Feeling more at ease, Miles punched in the alarm code to the front door. He pulled it open and froze in fear at the steely-black stare that met his eyes when the man turned around.
    “Hello again, Miles. Miss me?”
    Miles’s brain started to work again, but he wasn’t fast enough to get the door shut. He spun around to run away but got held up short. Malcolm had grabbed him around the waist with an iron grip.
    “Did