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shovel-shaped incisors?”
    “Huh?” Chay blinked. How had they gone from the history of his tribe to his teeth?
    “Your teeth. Run your tongue over the back of your incisors and see if they curve in, like a shovel.”
    “I know what incisors are. I meant why?”
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    “It’s a trait of indigenous people, that’s why.”
    He ran his tongue over his teeth. Oh, hey, he did have incisors that dipped in, didn’t everyone? “Yeah, they do.”
    “Cool.” Keaton practically bounced.
    Chay liked how excited Bit got. He filed it away in his memory.
    Keaton plus history equaled excited, happy, bouncy Keaton.
    After that, Bit rattled off all sorts of questions. Did he speak the Apache language? Did he ever participate in any of the tribal dances and ceremonies? On and on it went. By the time they got to Chay’s parents’
    house he feared being dissected and put under a microscope.
    They pulled to a stop in front of his parents’ house and Bit got quiet again. Chay turned off the truck and pocketed his keys. “‘Sup, Bit?”
    “What if they hate me?”
    “They won’t. Come on.” God, he hoped he was right. His mom could be a real bitch at times. She had a real prejudice against whites. He opened his door and exited. Out of habit he walked around and reached for the handle of Bit’s door.
    Bit frowned at him and opened the door himself. “I can open my own door, Chay.”
    Chay chuckled, half-expecting Keaton to tell him this wasn’t a date and he wasn’t a girl. But Keaton only shook his head and walked up the walkway ahead of him. His attention zeroed in on that tight little ass in front of him. Bit had a nice ass. Shit. His cock stiffened again.
    Bit turned his head as he stepped up on the porch. “Chay? You comin’?”
    Not yet, but you keep teasing me, I bet I can get pretty close. “Yeah.”
    He gave Bit’s ass one more fond glance and jogged up the steps. He took a deep breath, willing himself to relax, and opened the door.
    “Chay.” Joe Winston got up from the recliner and grabbed his son in a big bear hug, pounding him on the back.
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    Chay wheezed at the crushing embrace but returned the gesture.
    “Dad, this is Keaton Reynolds.” He stepped back and indicated Keaton.
    “Bit, this is my dad.”
    Bit gave Chay a quick glare then turned to Chay’s father. He offered his hand as he lowered his eyes and tilted his head to the side, showing his neck out of respect. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Winston.”
    Joe’s eyes widened. “Son, from what my senses tell me, I should be baring my throat to you. You are the stronger wolf, but it’s nice to meet you too. Please call me Joe. You must be the wolf Chay patched up the other day.”
    Chay frowned. Why did his dad think Bit was the stronger wolf? His dad was Beta of their pack. He was very strong.
    Wait. He hadn’t told his dad about Keaton, had he? “How’d you know about that?”
    His dad’s brow raised and furrowed ever so slightly. “Frank Red Hawk told me about it.” He glanced back at Keaton and smiled. “So, Keaton, where are you from?”
    “Georgia, sir.”
    “You’re planning on staying here now?”
    “Uh, maybe. I mean for the time being anyway. My job is here.”
    Joe patted Keaton on the back and led him to the couch. He pushed Keaton down and took a seat across from him. “Tell me about yourself, son. How’s the head? Shot didn’t go too deep did it?” He glanced up at Chay.
    Chay shook his head. What the hell was his dad up to? The man was always friendly, but he’d never taken this kind of interest in Chay’s friends.
    “Good, good. You aren’t a teenager are you?”
    Keaton blinked. From the looks of him, Bit was as confused as Chay.
    “No, sir. I’m twenty-five.”
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    “You’re only a little younger than Chay. What do you do, Keaton? And please call me Joe. We’re family after all.”
    “What?” Chay wasn’t sure who squeaked louder, he or Bit.
    Chay cleared his throat and tried again. “What?”
    Keaton just stared, wide-eyed.
    His dad looked at him, a huge smile on his face. “He’s going to be pack, right? I mean he said he wasn’t going anywhere.” He looked back at Keaton. “Right?”
    Bit nodded, relaxing a little. “Right si—Joe.”
    Yep. The old man was up to something, but damned if Chay knew what. No way could Dad know Keaton was his mate. Chay