for lunch you can’t do that either.”
Winter waited until the others left to move to the open kitchen door. “So what’s the deal with dishes and cooking and stuff?”
“One set of twins cooks, and the next set in the alphabet cleans up then cooks the next meal. Since we cleaned up for lunch we’re responsible for cooking for dinner and Mom and the Dads will clean up. They’ll make breakfast and Adam, Brock, and Spring will clean up and then cook lunch. And so on and so on.”
“So where do I fit?” Winter leaned against one side of the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest. His pain was almost tolerable, but he would take a couple of generic over-the-counter painkillers in a few minutes just to keep everything under control.
“You’re on our team. But until you can get your hands wet, you can just stand there and look cute,” Hawk said as he began to wash pots and pans while Garrett stacked dishes into an industrial-sized dishwasher.
“Sounds like a tough job, but I think I can handle it,” Winter snarked.
The two worked as a well-oiled machine putting the kitchen to rights. Once they finished, Hawk opened a subzero freezer and then stood and studied the contents. “Damn, there’s nothing in here.”
Winter crossed the kitchen to stand beside him and giggled. The freezer was nearly full of meats and vegetable packages.
“Pull out that big package of chicken breasts, and lay them out to defrost,” he said, pointing to a large plastic bag. And those two bags of green beans. Do you have onions? Cornflakes? Mushroom soup?”
As the brothers rushed to pull out the items he called out, Winter mentally put together a menu that was easy enough for his mates to fix, yet delicious enough to impress his new extended family.
“We’ll need to be back here an hour and a half before dinnertime,” he said. “So what should we do now?”
Before either of his men offered a suggestion, the front door slammed open, causing Winter to jump. A disheveled man walked in, looking around the room wide-eyed and panicked.
“Winter? Where the hell are you?”
“Scott? What are you doing here?” Winter started across the room, baffled at the other man’s sudden appearance in this place he shouldn’t even know about.
Winter was shocked immobile when Scott caught sight of him and raced across the room toward him. As the man raced toward him, his mates suddenly appeared beside him, making low, threatening growls deep in their chests. So completely focused on Winter, Scott did not appear to see or hear them.
“Ours,” the twins stated with no uncertainty.
“Winter, why did you leave town without telling me? I was so worried. I had a hell of a time tracking you.” Scott sounded frantic with worry, but Winter didn’t care. “I had to sleep in my car last night and then hiked forever to get here. You really were a naughty boy to run away like that. Now come on, let’s go home.”
“No,” Garrett and Hawk growled.
Scott hesitated long enough to glare at the twins. “Excuse me, I’m here for my boyfriend.”
At his condescending tone toward his mates, Winter moved through his shock and into disbelief. “You tracked me to Sanctuary? How the hell did you do that?” Winter’s normally nonexistent temper flared into flames. When Scott moved forward and didn’t stop a proper distance away, Winter held out his hand to keep him from coming even closer. When Scott pressed against his cast Winter took a step back to keep him at arm’s length. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his mates move away and begin to strip off their clothes.
“Why would I go anywhere with you, now or ever? You beat me so bad the emergency room doctor wanted to put me in the hospital. You used me as your little fuck toy, not a boyfriend or lover. You called and expected me to race to you.”
Winter felt hot tears fill his eyes, but somehow kept them from falling. “You never, ever came to my apartment. You never wanted to be
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