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them. He thought they were good, but he might be biased.
    “Nope, they’re all here for us,” Eaton said with satisfaction.
    “Really?”
    Carey scanned the audience with new eyes. The crowd wasn’t huge, but it was growing, and it looked to be a good attendance.
    The band quickly finished their food and tossed their wrappers.
    “I’ll change quickly, then we can get started.”
    Carey grabbed the clothes Denton handed over to him and rushed to the backroom to get dressed.
     
    * * * *
     
    Broden exited his Mercedes and slammed the door. He could hear the music from the parking lot. A deep driving beat and a luxurious voice could be heard above it all.
    Carey!
    His footsteps sped up as Broden rushed to the front door. When the bouncer went to intercept him, Broden flashed his fangs.
    “Whoa, cover charge!” the bouncer said.
    Broden pulled out his wallet and tossed some money at the bouncer — he didn’t bother to count the bills. He needed to get inside, to claim his man before someone else dared. Pushing his way through the crowd, Broden ignored the angry looks and frowns until he reached a few feet from the stage.
    Wow!
    On the stage was a man of pure sex appeal. Carey writhed and sang like a siren spinning his spell upon his hapless victims. Broden knew if Carey crooked his fingers, half the audience would be more than happy to offer themselves to him.
    A low growl rolled up his throat while Carey continued his song and shook his ass on the stage. His inner Jaguar wanted to drag the object of his attraction away from the crowd so no one could drool on him. That ass should have exclusive to Broden Lyall tattooed on it to keep the others away.
    Isaac walked through the busy bar to come stand beside Broden.
    “He’s good,” Isaac shouted to be heard over the crowd.
    Broden nodded, but didn’t say anything. Right now he didn’t want anything to distract him from his mate, especially with Carey dripping sex like an incubus after a dry spell.
    Four songs later the band stopped for a break.
    Broden spun away from Isaac and followed Carey’s path off the stage and to the bar.
    “Good evening, Carey,” Broden said.
    Carey spun around. “Hey, Broden. You’re earlier than I thought you’d be.”
    “The conference call ended sooner than I expected,” Broden replied. “Happy to see me?”
    “Always.” Carey stepped closer until his sweaty body pressed against Broden.
    Broden slid his hands into Carey’s hair, holding him still for his kiss. Carey tasted like everything right in the world. Broden’s inner jaguar let out a purr, vibrating both of their bodies.
    Carey laughed. “I think kitty approves.”
    “What’s not to approve of?” Broden looked Carey up and down. “I think I might have to demand a new company dress code.”
    “I don’t think we’d get much done if everyone wore skin tight pants to work. I wouldn’t be able to sit at my desk, that’s for sure.”
    “Hmm, okay, maybe only on Fridays,” Broden amended.
    Shaking his head, Carey accepted the bottle of water the bartender handed him. “Did I see Isaac?”
    “Yes. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Broden gave the bartender a cold glare when the man flashed Carey a flirtatious look. The stupid man also had the gall to check out Carey’s ass when he turned away.
    His inner jaguar clawed at Broden’s insides. The cat wanted to rip the bartender apart. Broden took long, slow breaths and imagined his inner animal curling up in a ball to sleep, a calming exercise he’d learned when he was young. It had been years since he last got so close to losing control.
    “Hey, you all right?” Carey slid his hand along Broden’s arm.
    The feel of Carey’s skin touching him soothed him as only a mate could — another sign Carey was meant to be his. Broden grabbed Carey and kissed him. He started out gently, giving Carey the chance to pull away if he wanted. Instead of objecting, Carey rubbed against Broden, ratcheting up the desire to