Sui Generis – 57

 

On the drive home from the clinic, Mag could only think of two things. One was what he would do with and to Brand as soon as he got home, which made his cock perk up and take notice. Then he began trying to figure out if he really could make Randulf sit down and talk to him about Lew. That immediately tamped down on his libido.

Probably not happening but maybe—if I push it. Lew needs him and I really think Randulf needs Lew. He just has come to grips with that fact and admit it to himself. He chuckled. Yeah, Brand's right, I do want to play matchmaker, for whatever good it will do.

After parking the car in the driveway, Mag hurried into the house, dashing upstairs to change into something comfortable for studying. A few minutes later, dressed in an old pair of sweats, he came back down, grabbed a drink from the fridge, and went into what he and Brand had dubbed 'the study'.

The second he walked in, he froze. A sleek, red-furred wolf stood defensively in the center of the room, one leg lifted slightly off the floor.

"That better be you, Lew," Mag muttered. "If not, I could be in deep shit."

Moments later Lew stood there in a pair of jeans and T-shirt. He smiled slightly, replying, "You're safe." Then he chuckled. "What would you have done if it wasn't me?"

"Run like hell? Not that it probably would have done much good." Mag pointed to one of the armchairs. "You'd better sit before you fall on your face. Then let me take a look at your arm."

"Yes… doctor."

"Nurse actually, or I will be in a few more years. Now sit."

Lew did, being careful of his arm.

Mag went over, gently checking it. "Considering what they said happened to you, it looks remarkably good."

"We heal fast, generally. This—" he touched his arm, "—is taking a bit longer, since she took a lot of flesh when she bit me. Too bad it didn't poison her."

"Well, if she'd been a vampire…" Mag settled down in the other armchair.

"True enough." Lew sighed, leaning his head back then turning to look at Mag. "Are you going to let them know I'm here?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"Thanks."

"But you should let Randulf know you're safe."

Lew sighed morosely. "Like he'd care. He's probably glad to see the last of me."

"I don't think so. Okay, let me rephrase that. I think that's what he thinks, but I don't think he really is."

"A lot of 'thinks' there, and I'll add one more. I think you're crazy to believe that."

"Don't you want to find out? Damn, Lew, at least try to talk to him."

"No! We're not meant to be together. We're total opposites. We found that out the hard way. He's all about helping people, even beyond his job as an Enforcer. Lew smiled wryly. "Me? I'm preoccupied with… well, with living my life free and easy with no commitments. Commitments only cause problems and pain."

Mag shook his head. "You don't believe that. Not really. If you did, you wouldn't be an Enforcer."

"Oh?" Lew arched one red eyebrow. "Like Brand said, I'm conceited. I like the looks of admiration when I pull off a capture, especially when I manage it on my own. Ego, Mag. Ego is what rules my life."