Epilogue

"There's a massive dent on the passenger door and a cream smear on the back seat," Python grumbled as they were all gathered for their evening grill. "What the hell were you doing with my car?"

"The great sweet trolley heist by the sounds of it." Calvin laughed, slapping his thigh. "I can't believe it. A whole sweet trolley. Are you sure you don't need an intervention for your sweet tooth, little pixie?"

"I'm imagining what the doorman must have thought, to see that trolley moving at a high speed but no one pushing it." Flint was cackling too. "Why didn't you go out the back door instead of the main lobby?"

"There were too many people in the kitchen," Pax said. He was curled under Storm's arm and didn't show any signs of moving anytime soon. "I am sorry about the car," he added to Python. "I thought Storm was going to get the door open a bit quicker than he did. But the trolley only lightly hit it, it wasn't a huge dent you're describing."

"We were going to leave the trolley behind," Storm said. "At least, that was my intention, but my little sweetie felt our house could do with a sweet trolley too, so I had to get it in the back seat somehow. The cream smear was probably from when one of the custard pies toppled off the top shelf."

"Custard pies on my leather." Python groaned. "You're a heathen. An absolute heathen. You should never be allowed to go near a precision vehicle again."

"Hey, at least we didn't do what I wanted to do on those seats," Storm teased his friend. "My sweet little pixie ate so much he had a belly ache, so your seats were saved in that respect."

"My gods, did Pax finally reach the limit of the sweet foods he can ingest in one sitting?" Levi shook his head. "I never thought I'd see the day."

"I probably should've paced myself, but when Storm's around he's got sticky fingers, and I'm always worried he's going to steal my stash when I'm not looking. I'll remember to get something savory next time as well, that way you'll fill up faster." Storm's insides heated at Pax's smile. A sudden movement made him look up, and he nodded at Devon. "You're heading off early. Have you got a job?"

"No, no. Just want to check some things on my computer. I'm bidding on some stuff… Thanks for the dinner." Devon waved and wandered off to his house.

"Yes, we'd better get going too," Cyrus said, standing up and stretching. "Come on, babe. I've got two trucks being collected in the morning. Let's curl up and scan car sites and see if we can find you something to add to your collection."

"Ooh, you're speaking my love language." Python got up quickly and hurried after his mate.

"Speaking of love languages." Storm rubbed Pax's belly gently. "Fancy an early night?"

"Will there be cake?" Pax grinned to show he was joking. "Carry me, my mate. It's been a long day."

"It's not over yet," Storm said, letting the rumble run through his voice and feeling his mate's body shiver. "And for the record," he added in his low tones as he carried Pax back to their house, "I'll carry you anywhere, anytime."

"That's because you love me, and that's awesome because I love you, too. You and donuts, of course."

"Can't forget the donuts." And Storm wouldn't because when it came to having sweetness in his life – the sweet joy Pax showed him every day – he'd learn to cook the darn things himself if he had to. That's what mates did for each other, and Storm sent thanks every single day for the sweetness his mate brought into his life.

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Devon

Devon didn't bother turning on his lights, even though his second bedroom that he'd turned into an office was dark. Only the glow of his computer screen provided any glare and that was what Devon was focused on.

Sitting down, he checked his email, making sure a bid he'd made on a popular auction site was still winning. He didn't want to be proven a liar to his good friends. But as soon as he was done, Devon clicked another link, scrolling down a blue screen filled with white text. Messages he'd shared with someone with the handle, "BlueKnight64." He smiled when he saw there was a new message, although his eyes darkened as he read it.

Is it true you're an assassin? Can you kill him for me?

"Well, shit," Devon cursed softly. Clearly things were worse than he thought. He scrolled back through the hundreds of messages the two had shared, seeing them in a new light. This could get me into so much trouble, he thought as his fingers rested on his keyboard and he started to type a reply.

The End…