Jack's next few sentences were long, loud, and inventive.
Kade chuckled softly. "The man has a fine line in swearing."
"Where are you?" Jack eventually asked.
"That's the problem - I don't know. But we're not in Victoria or South Australia."
"I'll do a tr - "
"Riley? Are you all right?" Rhoan's warm tones replaced Jack's, and I closed my eyes at the hoarse tiredness in my brother's voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"So what happened? We found your car crashed into a tree. Blood was everywhere, and we'd thought the worse."
I couldn't remember the crash. Couldn't remember getting hurt. And I was mighty pissed that I'd crashed my car - I'd only had the damn thing a week.
"I'm fine," I repeated. "But I can't remember anything about the last eight days."
"Got it." lack said in the background. "They're in New South Wales."
"New South is a mighty big state," Rhoan grumbled. "Care to define it a bit more?"
"I'm working on it."
"So," Rhoan said to me, "did I hear you say you were there with a shifter?"
My gaze went to Kade's and I grinned. "You certainly did."
"And he's being good to you?"
"Oh, I intend to be very good to you," Kade murmured wickedly.
Oh lordy... Were all stallions this damn hot?
"He made me coffee," I said, "and that's a fine start."
"Uh-huh," Rhoan said. "Just remind him you've got a ferocious pack-mate who will stomp all over him if he so much as bends a fingernail."
Kade snorted softly, and I grinned. "He's quaking in his boots as we speak."
"Good." Rhoan hesitated. "So, did this place do anything to you?"
"I don't know. They were milking Kade and the other stallions, though."
Silence met this remark, and my smile grew.
"He's a horse-shifter?"
"Yes."
"Damn. You get all the luck."
I laughed softly - and knew that's exactly what Rhoan had intended. "This from the man who currently has how many mates?"
"Only three."
Which was two too many in Liander's view, but both he and I knew my brother wasn't ready to settle down yet.