Wild Warrior (The Weavers Circle 2)

“Has a big heart,” Baer added. Dane was a good man, through and through. “You’re a lucky man to have found him.”

“We’re both lucky to have found our soul mates. Wiley is a great guy, Baer.”

“He is. I feel blessed. We just have to get Grey to admit when one shows up a little sooner.” Clay smiled over at him. “When he told me about Wiley, I agreed with his plan. You would have fucked it up. Plus, letting you fall in love organically probably makes a huge difference. Won’t matter now, though. Not if he can’t see.”

“You don’t think it’s permanent, do you?”

“I hope not.” Clay sighed and stroked hair off Dane’s forehead.

“I’ll see about getting Grey settled. He needs rest. It may help with his lingering pain and his eyes. You crash with your man.” Baer put his hand on Clay’s shoulder. “We’ll figure this all out.”

Clay put his hand over Baer’s. “I hope you’re right.”

Baer returned to the family room to find Grey standing with his arm slung awkwardly over Lucien’s shoulders.

“I’m going to put Grey to bed, and then I’m going to crash on his couch,” Lucien said.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter,” Grey grumbled. Baer didn’t need to be a Soul Weaver to know the man was exhausted and scared.

“Fuck babysitter. I’m gonna be too tired to haul my ass back to my bedroom,” Lucien countered. Baer smiled. At least Lucien knew how to handle the grumpy man.

“I’ll come over tomorrow morning to make sure you guys don’t need anything,” Wiley offered.

“Waffles,” Grey said quickly. “If I’m gonna be stuck without sight, Clay and Baer better fucking figure out how to make waffles for breakfast tomorrow.”

Baer smiled as he walked ahead of Grey and Lucien, holding the door open for them. He then hurried down the patio and grabbed the door that led to the apartment over the garage. The entire way, Grey grumbled under his breath about wanting fresh waffles, not that premade, frozen shit. If it meant the Soul Weaver getting his sight back, Baer would gladly make waffles for him every morning for the rest of their goddamn lives.

When Baer returned to the main house, he headed upstairs. Wiley was already waiting for him in their room.

“I was about to take a shower. Join me?” Wiley asked.

“That sounds like the best thing ever.” Baer tugged his T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. It was ruined and destined for the trash. His jeans weren’t much better. He slipped them off and left them with the shirt. Clad in only his boxers, he followed Wiley into the bathroom and watched as Wiley stripped down.

Tonight had scared him, having Wiley out there in the fray, but the man had really held up well. He’d been unbelievable, in fact.

Baer wrapped his arms around his lover. “I’m so thankful to have you,” he whispered.

“We have each other.” Wiley snuggled into him for a moment before he leaned in to turn on the water. While it was heating, he turned to stare at Baer. “Everything okay? You and Clay looked serious when you came out of his room.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Wiley everything, but he swallowed the words. Clay was right. There was no reason to worry everyone until they had more information. He didn’t want Wiley to doubt Grey unless there was a good reason.

Instead, he cupped the sides of Wiley’s gorgeous face and smiled at him. “Just trying to figure a few things out. We beat that witch and kept the pestilents from taking another step forward in their plans. We’re an unbeatable team, and I feel so damn lucky to have you on my side.”

“I’ll always be on your side, and from what I’m starting to understand, I’ll be on your side a long time. Something about my life-span changing with the bonding ceremony?”

Baer grinned, heartened by that very pleasant thought. “Your life will be extended along with mine. Once we beat the pestilents for good, we’ll have a long, happy life together. You can even go to college. I know the powers will come in handy, but I didn’t realize you had an interest in it.”

Wiley shrugged. “Because of the OCD, I lost most of my interest in school at an early age. It was always so stressful and triggering for me. Drawing seemed to come easy and helped me relax, so I didn’t have to think about going into that for a career. But I always felt like something was missing. I wanted to do more and Queenie—for all her bitchiness—is good at helping me. I wanted to give something back to them.”

“You don’t worry about school now?”

Wiley smiled up at him and shook his head. “Nope. My therapist and the meds have helped me a lot over the years. And then there’s you.”