Caleb was in the warehouse when Brax and Kyle landed. He took one look at them, sniffed, and said, “You’re late, but you’re forgiven.”
“Meaning?” Brax replied.
“I think you had other things that took precedence.” Caleb grinned, then turned serious. “I suggest we move as much of the furniture as possible into my office and the showrooms. I’d rather not have things damaged, if you’re planning on fighting Russo—and whomever he might bring with him.”
“We’re going to try to avoid his doing that,” Kyle told him.
“Smart. Still, I’ll be here, too,” Caleb replied. “I’m not much of a fighter, but I can hold my own when it comes down to it.”
“That’s more than I can say,” Kyle said. “I’ve never been in a fight, in my wolf form.”
“If we plan it right, we won’t have to fight,” Brax stated. “We wan
