"Deal." Lake agreed easily, a tad breathless after the kiss. He waddled off with purpose, heading for the kitchen.
Lake couldn't remember the last time he cooked, he didn't miss it but every now and then, he didn't mind doing the cooking.
He loved the vacation and he time he got to spend with his mate but he also missed his friends and his home he left behind in Haines. He could see that Davian was in a grumpy mood but maybe he could propose occasional weekend getaways to soothe his mate's bruises.
Despite the excitement of returning early, he couldn't forget about the reason why they were doing that.
The High Council making a move was like an urban myth. After running his Mafia House for a few months, Lake knew that well. There were clauses in place to stop the High Council from interfering in the running of Haines.
