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avoid a blubberfest. "I'll call you Jeeves instead of Kyle if you drop the accent and pony up on some real life facts. Also about the bouncing…"
     
    "He can’t help that part. It's in his DNA," Mac cut in quickly. "Kyle is a kangaroo Shifter."
     
    "For real?" I asked, shocked. "I thought they were extinct."
     
    "For the most part we are," Jeeves replied softly. "Mac, the greatest King to grace the round globe of the earth, found me on the side of the road in Australia when I was but a wee, helpless yet adorably precocious joey."
     
    "Really?" I asked as I peeked over at Mac.
     
    I tended to forget my host was the King around here. It was kind of hot to be boffing the King.
     
    "Oh yes," Jeeves went on. "Everyone else thought I was road kill, but not my magnanimous, tremendous, altruistic, benevolent, noble and bighearted savior."
     
    "Clearly Kyle has been reading the thesaurus again," Mac grumbled, uncomfortable with the over the top outpouring of praise. "Let's eat."
     
    He grabbed my hand and tried to pull me to the kitchen, but I wasn't having it.
     
    "So then what happened?" I asked a very talkative Jeeves as I pried my hand from Mac's.
     
    "Why he adopted me of course."
     
    That was certainly something to chew on. If I mated with Mac—not that I had any intention of doing so—I gained a strange little man with an immense vocabulary and a disturbing hair-do?
     
    "So you're his—?" I mumbled not quite sure what term to use.
     
    "I'm his son," Jeeves confirmed. "And I am dearly hoping you will be my mum."
     
    "Um wow," I choked out as I calculated the distance to the front door.
     
    Poofing away would be easier, but it would be a weenie move. I was going to handle this like an adult and run like hell.
     
    "Time to eat," Mac grunted as he yanked my shocked body into the kitchen.
     
    I was lifted into the air and plopped down on a chair. Mac quickly straddled said chair and pinned me so I couldn't head for the hills. Smart man.
     
    "Say something. Now," Mac said as he watched me carefully.
     
    "Ummkay… you're seventy five years old and you have a kangaroo son with an identity crisis who wants me to be his mommy. Is there anything else I should know about you before I kick your ass to the curb?"
     
    His eyes narrowed and my stupid panties dampened with desire. What in the Goddess's name was wrong with me? A deadly werewolf King had me trapped in his kitchen while his bizzarro kangaroo son hopped around the house somewhere. And all I wanted to do was stick my tongue down the wolf's throat and ride him like a cowgirl.
     
    Damn it, I needed to find a new therapist immediately.
     
    "I want you to know this… I have waited seventy-five years for you and I'm not letting you go. Ever. You are mine and I’m yours whether you are ready to accept it or not. As for Kyle, he was dying on the side of a road and no one wanted him. I took him and had to adopt him so he would legally be under my protection."
     
    "It's Jeeves, not Kyle," the bouncing weirdo shouted from the foyer.
     
    "Go outside and play," Mac yelled back.
     
    "I never get to stay for the good stuff," Jeeves whined.
     
    "Now," Mac demanded.
     
    "Going," Jeeves answered dejectedly.
     
    Jeeves slammed the front door behind him bitching like a pre-pubescent girl. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.
     
    Did I want to leave? Nope. I was clearly insane.
     
    Should I leave? Yes. I was very ill equipped for this adventure that was playing out. I was barely capable of taking care of myself.
     
    However, the sex was so damn good, I decided to hear him out.
     
    Shallow? Yes.
     
    Did I care? Not so much.
     
    "Keep talking, little mister," I said as I narrowed my own eyes right back at him.
     
    "I have no more secrets like Kyle. I was worried about your reaction. He's harmless and can cook like a pro chef—plus he's grown on me over time."
     
    "He lives here?" I asked as I noticed the mouthwatering aroma coming from the