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visits any ladies like we do?"
     
    Kyle grabbed his wrist, pulling the younger Weren to a stop. "You are so lucky you asked me. I know all about it."
     
    "Yeah? So what happened?" Bran waited, looking expectant.
     
    After scanning the street and testing the breeze for scents, Kyle grimaced. "Well, see, Chase was gone on this one girl. Had it real bad for her and made an offer. Only she wasn't feeling the need for the whole settling down thing just yet. Or that's what she told him when she turned him down."
     
    The Weren took another slow scan of the street. "Not a month after that, she upped and accepted an offer from another man, one of the Talon clan. Plumb broke Chase's heart into bits. So he signed up for patrol duty and dragged me and Curtis out here with him."
     
    "Oh." Bran felt sympathy for his pack leader. "That's sad."
     
    "Yeah, well, Delphine was always a bitch, but you couldn't tell Chase that. Not unless you wanted one of his deluxe thrashings." Kyle shook his head. "That's why earlier, I was a little surprised about him warning me off the red head."
     
    "Guess it's too bad he’s not interested in her, huh?" Bran asked when they began walking again, but the only answer was a shrug. Once they'd crossed to the walk in front of the general store, the younger Weren asked, "Think we could do anything to help?"
     
    Kyle snorted. "Curtis and I had this plan one night, back on our first trip through Hondo. Hondo's okay, we usually get a place to stay there. So anyway, we got Chase drunk and carried him back to the hotel, where we had this Kestran whore waiting in his room."
     
    "What happened?"
     
    "He sent her packing and came howling after us." Kyle laughed, remembering. "Chased us damn near five miles before he passed out and shifted back. We had to drag him back to town and sneak his naked ass up to the room."
     
    "Probably lucky." Bran shivered. He was positive Chase was someone that he never, ever wanted to get on the wrong side of.
     
    "Not so lucky. He made us walk for a week, like this." With a sweep of his hand, Kyle indicated his current form. "My blisters had blisters. Hell, my blisters' blisters had blisters. I'd just gotten new boots."
     
    *
     
    Chase was having trouble getting comfortable enough to invite sleep. The problem wasn't the bed, but Curtis, who lay six feet away, snoring like a drunken mule.
     
    "Curtis." There was no response except another long snore. The Weren snarled instead.
     
    "Huh? Wha..?" Curtis lunged up to gaze around blearily. "What?"
     
    "Roll the hell over, man," Chase commanded. His burly companion thudded back down on the mattress and belched thunderously before hitching over onto his side. Smiling, Chase closed his eyes.
     
    Just a few minutes later, he re-opened them upon hearing stealthy footsteps coming up the stairs.
     
    "Kyle, take your boots off. I don't wanna get a thrashing from Curtis." Bran's whispered plea made the pack leader grin.
     
    "All right, ya big baby." There was rustling and light grunts indicating both were removing their boots. "Happy now?"
     
    "Shhh!"
     
    "Don't you be shushing me!"
     
    "Shhhhhh!" Bran sounded frantic. There was silence for a moment. Chase imagined Kyle giving the younger Weren that scornful up and down look he delivered so well.
     
    "You know, sooner or later, I'll find out what she was doing that made you whimper and whine like a baby."
     
    "Just drop it." Bran's voice held a sullen note.
     
    "Stop shushin' me, and I will," Kyle replied.
     
    "Okay, fine. Can we go to our room now?" The answer was apparently a nod, because two pairs of be-socked feet padded by. A click said they were in their room. Soon there was rustling and then the creaking of bedsprings.
     
    Chase frowned, realizing he probably knew exactly what the Kestran courtesan had done to get that kind of reaction out of his youngest pack member. He remembered doing a little whining and whimpering himself, back when...
     
    Stop. Lock that memory