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that. So his only choice was to run fast as hell and hope he beat his father to Sloane’s. His lungs were on fire by the time the farmhouse came into view.
    Fear filled him that Sloane would think that D had put his father up to this. His track record wasn’t exactly squeaky-clean. Running into the front yard, D had to take that chance. If Sloane told him to leave and never return, at least the wolf would be warned.
    His knuckles lingered on the front door as sweat covered his entire body. What if Sloane did tell him to fuck off? The wolf had given him another chance, a last chance.
    What if telling Sloane was the wrong thing to do? He didn’t want to blow his last chance with the wolf. D was torn apart by indecision as the front door swung open, Sloane’s jaw tight with disapproval.
    “I thought I told you not to leave the house.” His tone was clipped, filled with ice.
    D rocked from foot to foot, wondering if he had the nerve to confess why he was here. The look on Sloane’s face was dark, angry.
    That couldn’t be good.
    “I need to tell you something.”
    “And it couldn’t wait until I came back?” Sloane stepped aside, allowing D into his home. The wolf looked like he was ready to throttle D, even more so than usual. His eyes glanced around Sloane’s new home, taking in the way it looked as if the man had already settled in.
    He liked the way it was furnished. It was modest, but comfortable looking in the way—
    “Dudley?”
    D slowly turned, afraid to be kicked out on his ass—again. Why did his father have to stick his two cents in just when Sloane had declared that he was giving D another chance? Magnum never cared before, so why start now? “M–My father called.”
    Sloane closed the front door, his eyes telling D that Sloane had an idea where this conversation was going. Oh, hell’s bells. He might as well get used to being alone for eternity because Sloane was going to raise the roof with this one.
    “And?”
    Here goes everything.
    “And he said since I’m such a screwup that he would take care of my little problem,” D blurted out quickly while he had the courage to do so. “Not in those words,” he added. His face heated as he drew in a slow and somewhat shaky breath.
    Sloane crossed the room, taking a seat on the couch. D wasn’t sure he should follow, so he stood where he was at the front door. It was better to stay right there in case Sloane told him to get the hell out.
    “And you had nothing to do with that?”
    D shook his head quickly as his eyes widened. “No, I swear. I’m not even sure how he got the number.” He squirmed a little where he stood, feeling Sloane’s eyes bore through him. This so wasn’t going well. It was, however, going about how D expected it to go. Sloane was pissed at him.
    “You could have just called and told me. I asked you not to come back out by yourself.” Sloane rested his elbows on his knees, his fingers knotting together as he studied D.
    D hated the disappointed look on Sloane’s face. It hurt more than Magnum’s ever did. Yet again, D had made the wrong decision. He had thought that by coming here, he could be sure that Sloane was safe.
    Apparently Sloane didn’t agree with that decision.
    “I’ll drive you back to your house.” Sloane rose from the couch and then cursed when the first rays of dawn began to lighten the world outside. His walk to Sloane’s had taken longer than he thought. “Get upstairs, now!”
    D scrambled to climb the steps. He knew he had time. Being only in his early hundreds, the sunlight would blister him quickly, but the first rays wouldn’t harm him. By the harsh command Sloane had given him, D wasn’t going to argue, though.
    He reached the top of the steps and wondered where to go. There were four doors in the hallway. Sloane brushed past him and opened the second one. “In here.”
    D followed. He found himself in a master bedroom. Was it Sloane’s? The room screamed masculinity with its deep