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from experience how well their bodies fit together and…shit. Where the hell had this version of Lennox come from? He damn-near sat on his hands to keep from making the mistake of touching her. No doubt she’d hit him and this time she’d mean it.
    “What was in your bed, Elle?” His voice sounded too gentle. Even to him.
    She swallowed, keeping her eyes on the table. “A big-ass husky. Like the one on Nox’s shirt.” She hugged herself as a shudder rolled over her.
    Garrett chuckled. And paid for it when Lennox turned her death glare on him. Her left eye went twitchy and everything. Garrett snatched Nox into a headlock. Pulling his son close he whispered, “Don’t do that again. She’s scared of dogs. I’m surprised she didn’t need a diaper change.”
    Good thing he had Nox’s face smashed into his shirt otherwise everyone would’ve heard the kid’s whoop of laughter. No remorse at all.
    Some things hadn’t changed. It comforted Garrett to know Lennox would still rather tongue kiss a python than deal with a dog. Maybe because it meant his Lennox wasn’t gone. Maybe because it meant Ian didn’t have a chance with her, which meant, as long as Garrett kept his own wolfen nature quiet, she’d always be his Lennox.
    Ian clanged his glass with a butter knife. The glower he served up warned Garrett to back off. Garrett had to give it to the other man. Ian could flash freeze a fryer with the fierceness in his cold, blue eyes. But Garrett didn’t freeze easy. He threw a fuck-you-try-me eyebrow lift back across the table.
    Ian smiled to show dominance more than good nature. “Your delay won’t play here, Wolfman Jack. Nox asked to join us. He’s one of mine now.”
    “The hell he is.” Garrett growled.
    “What are you two talking about?” Lennox looked to Ian. “How could you have figured out you’re related so fast? And why do you think that gives you any rights to this man’s son.”
    “This man?” Garrett’s brow furrowed at the offensive words. “Why are you talking about me like you don’t know me, Elle?”
    Before Lennox could answer, Ian jutted his chin toward Garrett. “Some things you just know, sweetheart. Ask him.”
    Garrett paused. Although he favored telling Lennox everything, he knew the timing wasn’t good. “I won’t deny our kinship or that Nox has reached an age when it’s his right to chose a clan.” Garrett leaned forward, allowing amber to burn behind his eyes. “I won’t let you keep my son either.”
    Had Nox lost his mind? He’d just turned twelve and, by wolfen law, could choose his own pack. But how had he known and why did he do it? If his son had done this just to get close to the godmother he’d heard so much about, Garrett would take the blame. Wolf packs got people killed. Garrett had lost enough in his life. He sure as the moon wasn’t about to risk his son.
    “I don’t get it. What the hell are you two talking about? Do you know each other from somewhere else? Or has everyone gone crazypants in here?” Lennox got more agitated with each word.
    They both ignored her.
    “You don’t have a choice, Wolfman Jack,” Ian said.
    Garrett pushed off the table, baring his teeth. “Do you think you can stop me?” No threat. All promise.
    Ian shrugged, inclining his head. “Maybe. Maybe not. But look around you.”
    Garrett raked the room with his peripheral vision. He’d made a major mistake. It’d been so long since he had to deal with other wolves he hadn’t scouted his surroundings. More than half the patrons in the diner watched him with flickering amber eyes. He’d blundered into Ian’s territory. No escape, not likely he could take down a pack by himself. Not without hurting the two people he cared about.
    Slowly, so they knew this wasn’t surrender, Garrett sat down and wrapped an arm around Nox.
    A sharp nod put the pack at ease. Ian studied Garrett for a moment. Then gave Nox a faint smile, as if to tell him not to worry. “Here’s how