He found his mate pacing back and forth, talking to himself. Fire’s voice was so low that Rio couldn’t make out what he was saying, but he could see agitation in every move the man made. “Need a ride?” Fire’s head snapped up as his eyes grew a little round. The expression made Rio’s teeth grind. His mate had been acting the same way at lunchtime but wouldn’t say what was wrong. He was getting really tired of the man’s secrets. “Yeah, okay.” Fire moved stiffly over to his desk and grabbed his light jacket from the back of the chair. Just as they were walking out of the room, Mr. Fishman appeared. Once again his eyes zeroed in on Fire. “We need to have a talk, Mr. Veneto.” “He can’t,” Rio said before he knew the words were going to leave his mouth. “Fire has an appointment with the mayor.” Mr. Fishman’s face mottled with anger. He could tell the man wanted to argue, but knew better of it. The mayor was a very influential man in this town and anyone with half a brain knew not to step on Maverick’s feet…including Mr.
