Juke tilted his head, closed his eyes, and rubbed his eyelids with the heel of his palms. When he opened them again, his gaze fixed on Dale with laser focus.
"What is it your people say...you have yet another bug up your ass?" He rearranged his shopping bags between his legs, the plastic rustling with the movement.
"You're the bug in my ass." Dale hissed under his breath and slid down the seat, putting space between them. The vinyl squeaked beneath him as he moved. Juke grabbed his bags and scooted up to him, closing the gap with predatory intent.
"What is it I have not done this time? Did you not find Paul to be an adequate teacher while I shopped for souvenirs?"
"I didn't ask him anything. So I guess the answer is no. Why aren't you telling me the things I need to know?" Dale stared at Juke, willing him to understand the depth of his feelings—if the alpha wasn't already digging around in his head to hear it.
His chest felt tight with all kinds of emotions, each one new and frighteni
