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Laine’s alligator mouth was going to get his cute little tadpole ass in trouble frequently. Oh well, Dev was a sucker for firebrands.
    “Honey, are you trying to ask me if I’m staying with you?”
    He worried his bottom lip with those attractive white teeth, as he peered up from under his lashes and gave a short crisp nod.
    “Hell, yeah. I’m not going anywhere. Why would I? Wolves mate for life. Sorry, Lainey, but you’re stuck with me. And furthermore, Victor is going to have to answer to me if he so much as looks at you the wrong way.”
    “Yay.” Laine lunged forward in an attempt to kiss Dev and bonked their heads together.
    “Ow.” Dev rubbed his head, then Laine’s.
    “Sorry, I was happy that Victor is finally going to get what’s coming to him. I feel like dancing around the room and singing.”
    Dev laughed. His life was never going to be the same. Laine was such a delight. “Only if you do it naked.”
    Laine giggled and shook his head. “I can’t dance. In fact, maybe I should warn you that I’m a bit of a klutz.”
    Dev was going to have his hands full. Laine was a spitfire, klutz, and said whatever was on his mind.
    Watching over Laine was going to be a full-time job. Dev did his best to hide a grin, but failed completely.
    “I’m glad you’re smiling, because I’m totally serious.” Laine kissed Dev softly. “I better go clean up.”
    Laine sat up and headed for the bathroom. Only he didn’t make it.
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    The bedding pulled tight across Dev and Laine landed on the floor with a muffled thud.
    Dev sat upright, concerned about his mate. Before he even peered over the edge of the bed he heard giggles.
    Laine was sprawled on the floor, snickering, his feet still tangled in the covers. “Oops.”

Chapter Four
    Dev checked out of the hotel the next morning and moved his things to Laine’s condo. Laine lived close to work and the realtor’s office was just down the street from Laine’s job. Although it was chilly out, they decided to walk and leave Dev’s truck at Laine’s place. It gave Dev a chance to really see the town at a more leisurely pace, once again confirming that Asheville really was a nice place.
    “Ooh, let’s get a cup of coffee.” Laine pointed to a coffee shop, Café Noctem, a few yards ahead of them. Laine was practically bouncing.
    Dev was almost scared to see what caffeine would do to him. Laine had been bubbly all morning. Dev had contributed it to the wake-up sex, at first, but now he wasn’t sure. Perhaps Laine was always this chipper. He could very well be a morning person. Dev wasn’t a grump in the mornings, but he certainly wasn’t as bright and cheery as Laine either. Maybe the coffee would help wake Dev up. He needed it if he was going to keep up with his mate. “Okay, sure. Do you always walk to work?”
    Laine nodded, smiling. “Yep, except when the weather is bad. I like to walk. That’s why I moved into my condo, it’s close to the shop.”
    “What is it you do again?”
    “I’m a florist.” Laine’s grin was infectious.
    “A what?” Dev asked as he held the coffee shop door open, allowing the smaller man to enter first.
    “You know, flowers. I own a flower shop.”
    A florist? It was a little surprising at first, but the more Dev thought about it, somehow it fit Laine. He was a happy, upbeat person, flowers seemed to work with his personality. “How did you get into that?”
    Laine shrugged. “It was my grandmother’s. When she retired, I took over. I like flowers.” He slid up to the counter, ordered a double espresso then turned towards Dev. “What do you want, Dev? Do you want a bagel or something? I’m sorry I didn’t have time to fix us breakfast. I will tomorrow, I promise.”
    “That’s all right, I’m not much of a breakfast person. I’ll just have a regular cup of coffee.” Dev had never gotten into all the froo froo lattes and such. Plain ole black coffee for him. He tried to give Laine some money to pay for it, but Laine shook his head and waved it away. Dev didn’t argue. He firmly believed in the “what’s mine is yours” philosophy. They were partners now, he’d be buying Laine stuff too, it would even out.
    They left Café Noctem and walked the three blocks to Laine’s business, just enjoying each other’s company. They talked about the town and Dev’s appointments for the day.
    After crossing the street, Laine