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    Things were changing, and Steven was ready for it. He was a big-time people pleaser but was wary of this family. They could crush him if they got pissed and became hands-on like David had decided to do.
    Steven pushed his ex to the back of his mind. He had fallen out of love with the jerk over a year ago. That was the reason David became hands-on. Steven had told him he was leaving, and David told him he was staying.
    Damn it. Forget about him . Steven pulled a throw pillow over his chest as he watched the cooking channel. It was his favorite thing to watch. He fancied himself a pretty good cook and loved to create new dishes.
    Maybe the diner would take on another cook. That would be nice, and it would put funds in Steven’s pockets. Something he sorely needed. Roman had offered to hire him, but Steven didn’t think he would get anything done being around the stud all day.
    Tossing the pillow aside and hitting the off button on the remote, Steven went to search the kitchen. He could show his appreciation by having dinner ready when the men came in from working.
    He rummaged around the pantry, noticing a shitload of sweets. He got a few ideas about dessert from what was stocked in there. Steven began to pull things out, setting them on the table as he went about making dinner for the eight large men who lived there.

    Steven’s Journey
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Chapter Two
    Roman rushed to his truck after the crew went home for the night.
    He couldn’t wait to get to know his mate. Tossing his tool belt on the passenger floor, he started his truck and began to pull away.
    The ride home seemed to take longer than normal as he finally pulled into the driveway. The twins, Chauncey and Chance, were sitting on the porch swing talking as he shut the truck door and walked up onto the porch. “Where’s Steven?”
    “Look at little bro,” Chauncey teased. “Ready to run inside and claim his mate.”
    “Shut up,” Roman grunted as he leaned against the porch rail.
    “Where is he?”
    “That little mate of yours is full of surprises.” Chance’s grey eyes sparkled with amusement. All the Lakeland brothers had black hair and grey eyes, a family trait that was strong in all of them.
    The twins were good guys, but they liked to play around a little too much. Roman may be the youngest cub, but he was more mature then these two boneheads. “What does that mean?”
    “He sure makes a pretty wife.” Chauncey laughed as he ran off the porch, dodging Roman’s cuffing hand.
    “If you don’t claim him, I’m gonna marry him,” Chauncey teased from the front yard.
    “Not if you want to reproduce,” Roman threatened.
    “Fat chance. I’m gay, dumbass.” Chauncey ran around to the back of the house so Roman shot through the front door, trying to beat his brother to Steven. He followed the wonderful aroma into the kitchen to see his mate in an apron and humming as he set the table.

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    Lynn Hagen
    Damn if that wasn’t a gorgeous sight. Steven had black hair to his shoulders, just like the Lakeland family, but his eyes were a mossy green. His slim figure and pale skin made Roman want to whine and beg to take his mate upstairs and have his wicked way with him.
    He knew he had to be patient. First of all, Steven was human and didn’t have a clue he was in a house full of bear-shifters. Second, his mate was a victim of some jackass knocking him around according to the Timber wolf, Dagon. If he ever ran into Steven’s abuser, he hoped he was behind the wheel of his truck.
    His eyes narrowed when Chauncey walked through the back door and over to his mate, leaning close to Steven, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Smells good, Steven,” he said in what Roman assumed was his sexy voice. His brother needed to go back upstairs and practice in front of the mirror for a few more years. It sucked.
    “Chauncey.” Pa’s warning voice floated into the kitchen before his father appeared. “You want your ass kicked?” Chauncey grunted as he moved