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pack.”
    “But tuxes? Was it necessary to wear tuxedos?”
    Keaton chuckled, digging through another drawer. Where had he put the studs to his tuxedo shirt? “You don’t know my mother. Party and formal wear are synonyms.”
    “I can’t believe you made me buy this tux and you wouldn’t even let me get a clip-on bow tie,” Chay grumbled as he flopped down on the bed.
    “Sit up. You’ll get wrinkled and my mother will have a fit.”
    Chay heaved a sigh and sat up, smoothing out his pants.
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    Keaton threaded a stud through a buttonhole. “We bought the tux, because with me getting along with my parents again, you’ll likely need it and you are not wearing a clip-on tie. Trust me when I tell you, my mother will check for a clip-on and she’ll stroke out if you wear one.”
    Keaton finished buttoning up his shirt and tucked it in.
    “Okay, okay. God, your family is weird.”
    Keaton arched a brow and grinned as he fastened his cummerbund.
    “You’re just figuring this out?”
    “Nah, it was readily apparent when we stepped off the plane.”
    He chuckled. “It should have been obvious when my brother attacked your friend.”
    “Well, yeah, that too. Tell me this plan again. Maybe it will make more sense to me this time around.”
    Keaton grabbed his jacket off the hanger and put it on. “We are supposed to leave the party and go make out in the gazebo in the formal garden. Jake, your dad, my dad and my dad’s Betas are going to follow us, hide and wait.”
    “It’s still a stupid plan. Your brother isn’t going to attack you with a house party going on.”
    Keaton tied his own bow tie and crossed to the bed, positioning himself between Chay’s legs. He pulled his mate to his feet. “My brother isn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch. Think about it, he attacked Remi on our property. He had to have known that we’d figure out who did it.
    He hasn’t exactly been sneaky.” He rose up on his toes, kissing Chay on the lips.
    “Mmm. You look good, Bit.” Chay nipped Keaton’s bottom lip. “My pretty baby.”
    Keaton wrapped his arms around Chay, tilting his face up for better access.
    Chay kissed him, really kissed him. His tongue slid across the seam of Keaton’s lips.
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    He sighed and opened up, his eyes closing automatically. His tongue met Chay’s, rubbing together lazily.
    “Hey, guys…” The door opened and shut, Remi cleared his throat.
    They ignored him for a few more seconds. Finally, Chay nipped his bottom lip again and pulled back without letting Keaton go.
    Keaton snuggled in, laying his head against his mate’s chest, and turned his head to face their intruder.
    Remi looked nice in his tuxedo. Keaton gave him a good once over and noticed his eyes were lupine. Remi’s face was pale like he was fighting it. Or maybe that was just his discomfort at finding Keaton and Chay kissing. Keaton wasn’t certain which. He and Chay hadn’t made any effort to hide their affection in front of Remi, but Remi seemed fairly accepting of Keaton and Chay’s relationship since the night he was attacked.
    Chay rubbed Keaton’s back absently. “You all right?”
    Remi shook his head. “No, I’m not all right.” He pointed at his own face. “Look at my eyes.”
    “Are you doing what I told you to do?” Keaton asked.
    “Yes. Deep, cleansing breaths, focus on seeing color. It isn’t helping.”
    Remi threw his hands up and let them drop.
    “What were you doing when they changed?” Chay let go of Keaton and sat on the edge of the bed, facing his friend.
    “Jake and I were exploring the grounds, looking for the best places to hide and stay out of sight of the gazebo.”
    Chay looked at Keaton.
    Keaton closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. He and Chay were thinking the same thing…Jake. Jake’s proximity made it harder for Remi to learn control. How in the hell were they supposed to tell the homophobic Remi that Jake was his mate? Keaton opened his eyes. “Remi, come sit down and do as I told you. Deep breath, focus on color. Concentrate. I want you to tell me what color the bedspread is.”
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    Remi crossed the room and sat next to Chay. “I’m trying to make my eyes shift back, but—”
    Keaton shook his head. “No, I don’t want you to focus on trying to control shifting. Narrow it down, make it simple. Concentrate on