“That’s not too much of a difference.” I returned his grin. “Though we can find you a cane if you need it.”
John’s laughter bellowed from deep in his chest. “No canes yet, but give me a couple of years. I’m starting to feel my age.”
I looked to the scotch left in my glass. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-six.” He belched.
Two years older than me and he already looked haggard. “Perks of being an Alpha. We age quicker than the rest.”
“Amen to that, brother.” John clinked his beer bottle against my glass. “So, what are you really doing here?”
I smirked. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“Me?” He thrust a thumb against his chest. “I’m a softy. That’s why I came. Haven’t found a mate yet in Michigan and my nieces dragged me to the show.”
“And you have no plans for the Alpha Games?” I
