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“What suggestion was that?” Wiley asked, his voice full of innocent curiosity “Was it—”

“Let’s change the subject,” Calder interrupted before Wiley could dig in further He didn’t want any ether, no matter how impossible that was “Lucien and I will paint the last Weaver’s rooht, Lucien?”

“I hate painting,” Lucien grumbled “But yeah, we’ll do it”

“Good” Clay picked up his beer and pointed it at Lucien “You two talk and work this out”

“Yes, Daddy” Lucien grinned and speared a carrot He shoved it into his

Wiley shivered “Is it just me or is that kind of hot?”

“If anyone is the daddy in a relationship with me, it would be me” Lucien picked up his napkin and wiped the corner of his lip

Calder stared at hi like a daddy It wasn’t his kink, but he could adaze and lifted an eyebrow, and Calder realized so must have shown in his expression He quickly smoothed it out, then smirked at Lucien, who narrowed his eyes

They were both so busy silently co, it took Calder aat thelare to Clay, who’d put the whole idea of sleeping with Lucien in his brain Clay chuckled and went back to his food

As Calder ate the tender roast beef and root vegetables, he decided he was going to have toup, no daddy issues, and definitely no fucking

But h what they’d talk about was anybody’s guess They owed it to the others to work out their issues None of the about their lives when it cah to worry about with the pestilents

His brothers needed to see him as trustworthy and dependable He’d been at the house the shortest amount of time, had his powers the shortest time It was time to catch up with the rest of them

The others talked and when Calder looked up, it was to find Lucien watching hi like curiosity Could they be soul ?

Maybe that faded ribbon represented animosity, because he sure as hell felt that when it came to Lucien And it was obvious Lucien felt the same way