They smiled.
"Nice grip," Max said with a smirk.
"You too," Hunter replied, and they nodded like two warriors silently acknowledging each other as equals.
In under thirty seconds, they were friends.
Male logic was beyond me.
Max led us to a black SUV parked just outside the arrivals area, and I swear the heat hit me like a slap. I was already sweating by the time we climbed into the back seat. The AC in the car was a gift from the goddess herself.
The ride from Atlanta to the Blackwood territory took three hours. Three long hours. For me, awkward ones. For the boys?
Best. Time. Ever.
Hunter and Max chatted like they’d grown up together, their conversation full of battle tactics, border patrol rotations, and something called “the Luna’s pregnancy cravings that almost got three omeg
