Free With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4 by J.L. Langley

either.
    Trying not to pout, Matt reached into his pocket for his phone. Maybe he could distract Logan by
    telling him about the ride to school. Squinting against the sun, Matt ambled toward the parking lot where he’d left his white steed, aka Aubrey’s new pearl white Ducati. Matt knew it was pearl white because he’d asked what the color was called. It wasn’t every day a guy got to drive a brand-new motorcycle. Matt
    smiled. Aubrey had shown Matt three vehicles yesterday—the Caddie, a Lincoln and the motorcycle—and
    held out the keys to each, giving Matt his pick. Matt tried to refuse, public transportation was fine with him, but Aubrey was a force to be reckoned with when he wanted something.
    The phone chimed again.
    “Oh shut up, you,” Matt mumbled, dread washing over him. He didn’t want to lie to his brother.
    Glancing down at the phone, Matt read, well? when r u going to tell them?
    So much for distraction, Logan got right to the point. Matt texted back, i was wrong shes not my mate.
    Maybe, if he was lucky —oh, please let me be lucky— Logan would leave it at that.
    “Nice socks,” a deep male voice said from close behind. The tone didn’t sound sarcastic, but it was threaded with amusement.
    Huh? Dropping his phone hand by his side, Matt glanced down at his hopefully khaki socks and black dress shoes. He was pretty sure his shorts were khaki—he’d asked his dad about them when he’d bought
    them—and his shirt was definitely a light blue. The shoes were without a doubt black, but he wouldn’t bet With Abandon
    money on the socks. Guh. He hated color blends. They gave him fits. Greens and reds looked tan to him.
    Oh well, it was too late for a color check now. He’d have to go with it. The odd looks from people thinking him eccentric were better than the pity and the descriptive narrative of every color in the rainbow when they found out he was color-blind.
    Turning around, he stared right at a cleft chin and square jaw. Matt suppressed a shudder and stepped
    way back, putting a good two feet between himself and the looming mountain. The guy had muscles on top
    of his muscles. Big men always reminded him of grade school. Even though he’d grown in size his brain
    still firmly associated big with being a bully. “Um, thanks.”
    The guy stuck out his hand. “I’m Jordan. You’re in my psych and speech classes.”
    Matt had noticed him in the lecture halls, but only because he was the only other wolf in any of Matt’s classes. Jordan wasn’t a guy who would normally draw Matt’s eye. He avoided the jock types at all costs, well except his brothers and Sterling. Keeping away from Logan, Chris, Johnny and Sterling would be
    close to impossible. Besides, they weren’t typical.
    Taking the offered hand, Matt shook it. This larger wolf was no stronger than him. So, to keep from
    showing his neck, Matt stepped back another foot instead of lifting his head. “Matt. Nice to meet you.”
    Smiling, Jordan glanced down at Matt’s socks. “Seriously. That’s cool. Not many people are brave
    enough.”
    Oh great. Matt tried not to look embarrassed. Hopefully the heat in his cheeks would be confused with
    the sun and not a blush. The stupid socks were probably bright orange or fluorescent pink or some other hideous color. Not that he had a clue what those colors looked like, but if they were as bad as his dad described, he didn’t want to be wearing them. He shrugged and offered what he hoped was a smirk. “I like to be different.”
    “You’re definitely different. Not what I expected.”
    “Umm…thank you.” I think.
    “Are you in the Atlanta pack?”
    Matt shook his head. “I’m from New Mexico. I’m a guest of the Savannah pack while I’m here.”
    “I’m hunting with the Atlanta pack. They have a few areas outside city limits where they meet.”
    “Yeah? I haven’t been to Savannah yet, but I’m staying with the Alpha’s son here in town. His
    brother is my mentor and a