Ronan held up his last forkful. “Sean’s wicked good with them.”
Sean flipped the batch from the griddle onto a plate and put it on the counter. Andrea smelled good, far better than the pancakes, and the sight of her mussed hair shot his temperature high. Her black ringlets were thin corkscrews against her face and neck, and Sean wanted to burrow among them, licking her still wet skin.
“That’s yours,” he growled, pushing the plate at her.
Andrea took it with a nod and carried the plate to the table. Sean had already laid out butter and syrup, knives and forks, juice and coffee. He was at least good at feeding his bloody stubborn potential mate.
Andrea poured syrup over her pancakes and licked her finger. Sean froze as he watched her catch the sticky drop of syrup on her tongue. His throbbing erection, which had risen when he’d pictured her in the shower, tightened still further.
“That’s the solution, is it?” Andrea asked Ronan as she licked her lips. “Sean and I should have sex until we can’t remember why we’re mad at each other? Or anything else?”
Ronan grinned and swallowed his last mouthful. “Hey, it would work for me. You have good hearing, Lupinegirl.”
“I’m part Fae.” Andrea lifted a forkful of pancakes. “I have quite a few traits that are ... enhanced.”
Ronan burst out laughing as Andrea popped the bite into her mouth. “I get why you like her, Sean.”
Sean got why too. Her shirt was clinging to her, her gray eyes were on him, and sticky syrup lingered on her lips. What they’d done all through the night hadn’t sated him at all. Andrea swiped away a drop with her moist, red tongue, and Sean stifled a groan.
“Hey, who’s that?”
At Ronan’s tone, Sean came alert, forcing his attention from Andrea. A Shifter was cutting across the yard toward the house next door, one Sean had never seen before. He knew no one was home over there—Liam had taken Kim and Connor out for breakfast.
“Stay put,” Sean said to Andrea, and signaled Ronan to follow him out.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sean watched from the shadows while the unknown Shifter walked up onto the Morrissey porch and peered through the living room window. Ronan waited next to Sean, folding his arms and looking formidable.
When the Shifter left the front door and moved to circle the house to the back, Sean vaulted over Andrea’s porch railing and landed in front of him.
“Can I help you, friend?” he asked.
The Shifter stopped with a growl, and Sean gave him an answering one.
The man was tall, hard-muscled, and dark-haired, Feline by the scent of him. He met Sean’s gaze with eyes of deep jade green. “Who are you?” the Shifter demanded.
“This is my territory,” Sean said, “so it’s me who gets to ask you.”
The Shifter turned, but Ronan had closed in behind him. Ronan showed all his teeth in a grin. “It’s not my territory,” he said. “But it’s a good question.”
The Shifter gave Ronan a steady stare, not intimidated in the slightest. He was obviously an alpha, and Ronan, despite his size and strength, was a bit lower in his bear clan.
Sean stepped between them before Ronan could weaken. Sean met the green gaze without flinching, two alphas facing off. Sean had the advantage of territory, and finally the unknown Shifter flicked his eyes away and gave him a nod.
“The name’s Eric Warden. I’ve come to see Dylan Morrissey.”
“I’m Sean Morrissey.” Sean didn’t offer information on Dylan’s whereabouts or what his relationship was to Dylan.
Eric’s gaze moved briefly to Sean’s Collar. “I’ve been in touch with Dylan for a few weeks now. He invited me here.”
If so, Dylan hadn’t informed Sean or Liam. “From?”
“Las Vegas. I’m Shiftertown leader there.”
Sean kept him pinned, but annoyance bit him. He wished Dylan had bothered to mention an impending visit from another Shiftertown leader. Humans forbade such visits without formal permission, fearing to give Shiftertown leaders any chance to conspire. Not that Shiftertown leaders paid much attention. They’d long ago decided that what humans didn’t know wouldn’t hurt Shifters.
“Where’s your backup?” Sean asked.
Eric shrugged and spread his hands. “I came without.”
“Insane, are you?”
“Probably.”
“Ask him what he wants to see Dylan about.” The voice was Andrea’s, and it came from the porch. She looked down at Eric, unafraid, the naked sword of the Guardian in her hands.
Eric’s brows shot up in surprise. “Easy, girl.”
Sean’s outrage battled with laughter, and Sean settled for humor. Here he was, facing an alpha as powerful as himself or Liam, and his sweet little mate-to-be had charged out to protect him.
“She’s a little headstrong,” Sean said with a smile. “Don’t provoke her.”
“Your father told me that you were the Guardian,” Eric said.
“I am. She just likes handling my sword.”
That got him. Eric tried to keep his expression stern, but his lips twitched. Behind him, Ronan gave up and burst out laughing.
“Very funny, Sean,” Andrea said. “You still haven’t asked what he’s doing here.”
“My business is with Dylan.” Eric’s quick recovery told Sean he wasn’t about to discuss it with anyone but Dylan.
Sean gestured to the Morrissey house. “Come in, and I’ll see if I can round up Dad and my brother.”
He led Eric to the front door, but as soon as they stepped inside, Andrea was there, following them in, the sword resting on her shoulder.
“Andy-love ...”
“If you think I’m letting you walk in here, alone, with an unknown Feline, you’re crazy.”
Sean gave up. “Andrea stays. Ronan, do you mind standing guard outside?”
“Hey, you make me another mountain of pancakes, and I’ll do anything for you, Sean.” He grinned at Eric. “Sometimes he puts mini chocolate chips in them. Culinary genius.” He gave them a casual salute and left, closing the front door behind him.
Sean led Eric and Andrea to the kitchen, where the table was littered with notebooks and textbooks Connor had left behind. Andrea pushed them neatly to one side, laid the naked sword on the tabletop, and sat down. “Why don’t you make us some coffee, Sean?”
That won her another irritated look, and Eric said quickly, “I don’t need coffee.”