A loud thumping at his front door answered his unasked question. Careful not to jostle a sleeping Summer, he slipped out from beneath the sheets and searched for some pants. Not bothering with a shirt, he quickly made his way toward the sound of the pounding, cursing under his breath. Summer needed her sleep. Between what had happened just after the party, and then their following mating, the last thing she needed was to be awoken by someone who didn’t know proper etiquette. He reached for the knob, almost tripping over Ally who was pacing in front of the door. “Who the hel—” Evan came to an abrupt stop when after opening up, he was faced with not just one of Summer’s brothers, but two, and their father. Not for the first time he was taken aback by how similar they all were. Dark chocolate hair, honey-gold eyes, and frigging huge. Built like linebackers, these men oozed power, and their fair share of danger. Evan was in no way small, but these men had a way of making him feel as if he a little house cat compared to them.
