Caspian got in the car his husband had bought for him, all traces of weariness long gone from his vibrant blue eyes. It was another weekend, and he had gotten his driving license during the week.
Although Asher looked grumpy whenever he drove himself anywhere, his mate had been really good at holding back his possessive urges. It was far from what Caspian wanted, but it was a good start.
Right then, he was driving to Angelo's new home, Keith and Peter tailing him. Now that he drove everywhere, the Alphas were no longer pleasant company who also protected him, but were now more like bodyguards.
His phone rang and he picked up. It was a pleasant enough day for winter—there was no ice on the street, and soon it would be spring, the chill giving way to the warmth of new life.
"Hey, baby. Where are you?" Asher's familiar voice flooded his ears.
