Free Overwhelmingly Precious [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Page B

back to my apartment.” Keelan set a fast pace up the stairs. The truth was, he needed the exercise as much as Wynn. He really ought to go to the fitness center more often. And when the roof garden was finished he really would go there to run at least once a week. He’d put a set time in his cell phone so he didn’t forget.
    Back in the apartment he went to his coffeepot and turned it on, while Wynn pulled some leftover snow peas out of the refrigerator and dropped the open bag on the counter beside them, crunching one of the delicious morsels as he did so.
    “Normal wolves snack on hot dogs and fries,” he said as he took a couple of snow peas himself.
    “I would, but I don’t like them cold. Now snow peas are perfect cold.”
    They sat at the counter with their coffee, crunching a pea now and then, until Wynn said, “What’s your plan with the ring? When are we going to ask Quintana to mate us?”
    “Yes, well, I haven’t quite worked that bit out yet,” Keelan confessed, feeling his face pinken with embarrassment.

Chapter Five
     
    Wynn had made as much progress as he could from the information Quintana had given him about the Simon pack. He had a list of questions he needed to ask other pack members. He suspected humans hadn’t been included in that pack until her human grandmother because there was such a heavy preponderance of males. However, it was possible that some of the men who’d found their mates in other packs had inadvertently brought back a werewolf bride who was only part werewolf. In other words, these women had been born female because of a human in their family tree. A grandmother, like Quintana’s cousins had, perhaps.
    But this was all idle speculation. He really needed an older pack member to interview. He’d learned that older people had good memories for genealogies, and the very best records the researchers had collected had been from when a small group of senior citizens had been interviewed together, sparking each other’s memories and stories of pack members long departed.
    He wasn’t at all sure that would happen here though. The best he could hope for right now was that the Alpha would let him interview someone. Anyone at all.
    Meanwhile, he longed for another date with Quintana. One that might lead them to asking her to mate them. Realistically it was a little too soon for that. But surely after their last date she had to feel close to them. Hell, he’d never come so damn hard before in his life. It’d felt like his cum was being dragged out of his very toes.
    Right now he was in the family history project office, apartment 7C. It used to be a guest apartment, and he was living here as well at the moment, but the second bedroom had been turned into an office and every available inch of wall space was covered with family trees and sticky notes linking various groups together.
    Willow and Hawthorne Cunliffe had done an amazing job of collecting and cross-referencing all the data, and he was certain they’d made enormous strides in collating all their information. It was just that they hadn’t found the link, or if it was found, it still wasn’t obvious to him. But it truly did seem that packs without any human connection had declined in the past as they were now. Maybe that’s what had always happened. Lack of females had sent males out to mate with humans and then girls had been born again. It was just that previously no one had connected the fact of bringing the human women into the pack to more girls being born. Possibly because the packs which had banned contact with humans were the ones that had died out.
    But this was all conjecture. He couldn’t do anything more here now. He needed to work on progressing their romance with Quintana. Had it been long enough? Would she agree to a date soon?
    He left the family history project office and ran down the stairs and out of the professional suites to Keelan’s store. When he arrived, both Keelan and Vaughan were tending to