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He glanced back at me from over his shoulder. “Bullshit,” he said, and threw a bag on the island. “D’you like seafood?”

No doubt food is the way to a man’s heart. “Sure.”

“Great. Lou’s allergic, so I can only have it when he’s not home.”

“You guys live together?” I asked, suddenly alarmed by the perspective of Mr. All Fours walking in at any moment, to find his alpha having dinner with the rebellious pet.

“Sort of. We’re what you can call an open couple, and we like to have our own places in case we need some room. We only get together when we feel like it. Which is pretty often anyway.”

“Ouch,” I grunted.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to—” He flashed a quick smile.

“It’s okay. Let me lend a hand,” I said, dropping my bag on the table as I still tried to believe my ears. Had the arrogant prick just apologized for something he’d said to me?

He was filling a pot with tap water, and gave me room to wash my hands, asking me about the seminar like he and I about to cook together was such a normal th