Alejandro couldn't stop grinning. He'd bound himself to one woman for life, and by damn, he'd never felt happier. He held Francine's hand all the way home. People talked about mating and the fever. They made it sound like some big deal. How right they were, and wrong because it transcended big deal into freakn' awesome and unbelievable, yet so perfectly right.
Of course, he wished he'd chosen a more romantic locale to claim his mate-the back seat of his car in an underground garage not exactly his first place choice-but still, it was the end result that mattered. I am mated.
Sure, he knew that the mating itself only covered a part of it. The bigger task now remained in making his claim, along with Mitchell's, work in harmony lest they upset Francine. For his part, he didn't foresee a pro
