Gray stood in his kitchen in a pair of boxers, fixing dinner for Alyssa. She’d wake up soon and he knew she’d be starved. Hell, he was.
Someone knocked at the back door before it swung open.
Stripes walked in. He glanced around and then headed straight for the refrigerator.
“I see you’re still alive.”
Gray shook his head. His guard was as much a talker as he was.
“I am.”
“Did you talk to her about mating? Giving you some cubs and maybe getting some of these assholes off our backs?” Stripes asked, holding a can of soda in his hand and popping it open with the flick of a finger.
He shook his head, closed the lids on the food he’d prepared and moved around to make some coffee.
“No. I won’t put that kind of pressure on her. She didn’t come here for that.”
Stripes groaned, sat down at
