With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

ass.”
    Aubrey chuckled. “I’ll make sure I tell him that at our next board meeting. Mind if I quote you?”
    The corner of Dad’s lip twitched. “You cannot tell the man to blow it out his ass, Aubrey.” Dropping
    his feet, Dad leaned forward. “What else?”
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    “He’s having, or rather was having, an affair with someone at the Macon branch.”
    “Ah.” Dad picked up Aubrey’s cognac and contemplated it before putting it back on a coaster. “A
    pretty young woman no doubt. He’s always had a roaming eye. I still don’t see the connection. You didn’t threaten to tell Marina, did you?”
    Aubrey scoffed. “Oh hell no. I didn’t threaten to tell Marina.” Marina Boskie was a woman prone to
    tears and hysterics. She’d rake her husband over the coals if she found out he was cheating. Boskie
    deserved it, but that wasn’t Aubrey’s problem. “It’s a pretty young man actually. And Boskie didn’t just have an affair, he’s stalking now that Carson has ended it.”
    “Get the fuck out. Really?”
    Blinking away the surprise at his dad’s use of “get the fuck out”, Aubrey nodded. Dad spent too much
    time online chatting with Keaton and Chay. “Yeah, and I sort of hired Carson as my EA to get him away
    from Boskie.”
    Dad’s face scrunched up in contemplation. “I still don’t see why that would have anything to do with
    it. You didn’t confront Boskie?”
    “No. As far as I know Boskie has no idea that I even know about the affair.” Which was how Aubrey
    wanted it. And looking at it like that, his dad was right. There should be no reason for Boskie to act the way he had. But Aubrey couldn’t get over the way he’d stormed out the back door of Reynolds Hall this
    afternoon. Boskie had been madder than an old red hen.
    “Just watch your back.”
    “I always do.” Me, paranoid? Nah. Aubrey got up and stretched his hands over his head. Time to go find his mate. He grinned. What did Matt look like in wolf form? Had he shifted already, or was he waiting on Aubrey?
    “I’m not done with you.”
    Ah hell. Aubrey flopped back down in the seat. He wasn’t sure he could take anymore.
    “Did you remember that your mother and I are leaving early tomorrow morning for our cruise?”
    “Tomorrow?” He had the urge to ask if he could go too. It would be nice to get away, but he couldn’t
    afford to leave work right now.
    “You forgot. We’re going to Alaska for our anniversary, remember? Martha and Thompson are
    leaving tonight to go to their daughter’s in Macon. They’ll be back Sunday night, before they go on their vacation, so you need to lock up when you leave Sunday if they aren’t here.”
    He and Matt would have the whole place to themselves for two whole days. Matt could sleep with
    him in his room. He was actually anxious for his parents to leave. How wrong was that? “No problem.”
    Aubrey stood, holding back a smile.
    “Are you in a hurry?” Dad arched a brow, slightly amused.
    Damn. “Um, no?” Sitting back down, Aubrey tried not to look anxious.

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    “Good. There’s one more thing. I’m officially turning the pack over to you.”
    Son of a bitch. Just what he needed, more responsibility.
    “We’ll have a party to celebrate when I get back.”
    And that was that. Fuck.

    Being a wolf just plain rocked. The only thing better would be figuring out how to use his iPod in
    wolf form. That? Would kick serious butt. Well, that and escaping Jarred’s watchful eye. He took it to heart when Aubrey had told Matt to stay with Jarred. Tara was right, her dad was a stick in the mud—a gorgeous one—but a stick in the mud nevertheless. Matt had tried to go off with Corde and his friends, but Jarred wouldn’t let him. That was a bummer too, because Corde, Jason and Tanner were nice. Corde had even
    pulled Matt aside and thanked him for his advice.
    He had a lot on his mind after talking to Howard. For now Matt made the best of his captivity, as it
    were, but he yearned to go on a nice long run. Instead he waited for his mate and explored the garden.
    Aubrey was right. The place was different at night. It was magical. In human form, the gazebo was
    beautiful. But as a wolf, the smell of the honeysuckle vines climbing on it was intoxicating in its sweetness.
    There were wonders all over the garden. Closer inspection of the fountain revealed fish in the pool
    surrounding it. They smelled pretty good too. Only the