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I’ll talk to Favian and Brayden properly and delegate entire caseloads to them tonight.
    To make sure he didn’t break his promise, he texted Favian. I’ll be there 4 dinner @ 7 + we’ll discuss you taking over all the vehicle bookings and room bookings.
    The reply came back. About fucking time.
    Amory grinned. Yep, that was his brother in action.

    * * * *

    Two weeks later, Brayden opened the apartment door to smell the most amazing aroma of chilies, spices, and beef sizzling. Damn, that woman could sure as hell cook. She ordered all their foodstuffs now, and the meals she made them were amazing. The first few times they’d been begging for seconds, but she’d increased the quantities she made, and now their plates were piled high every meal, and his belly was always full. Not overfull, but just right.
    He was fast coming to believe that she herself was also just right. He and Favian knew Amory wanted her, even though he’d never made a move on her, which was insane. Sooner or later, someone else would. There was a worldwide shortage of shape-shifter women, and a woman as sweet and talented as Elsie, living in a panther pack headquarters, wasn’t going to stay single long. If Amory didn’t grab her, he and Favian would. But he didn’t want to do that to his brother and his Alpha. That is, he sure as hell liked her, but Amory needed a mate to help him run the pack. He and Favian just wanted one. More specifically, they wanted her. She was perfect. Smart, fun, and ready to fight for what she believed in.
    Brayden was starting to think his idiot brother needed a slap upside the head before he lost what was sitting in his living room night after night.
    “Supper will be ready at seven as usual, will it?” he asked.
    “Yes. I can hold it back for ten minutes if you want to take a shower first, or something?”
    “No, I’m good.” Brayden walked into the bedroom he shared with Favian and shut the door before pulling out his cell phone.
    “It’s been two weeks since you joined us for a meal. Supper’s ready. Come on up.”
    “I’m busy.”
    Amory’s voice was grumpy, but Brayden ignored the tone and answered as gently as he could. “Brother, you’re always busy. Likely you’ll be busy the day you die. Come and join us for once, please.”
    “Is something wrong?”
    Now Amory sounded worried. Brayden hadn’t meant to worry him, just to get him to join them once in a while.
    “Nothing’s wrong, but we’re supposed to be a family. Let’s have a family meal time.”
    Amory sighed, and Brayden heard the clacking of a keyboard.
    “Okay. I’ll be there in a minute.”
    Brayden seriously doubted the estimated timeframe, but he hoped Amory would make it before the meal was ruined. Like within the ten-minute window Elsie had mentioned.
    By the time he washed his hands and returned to the kitchen, Favian was setting the table.
    “Amory’s joining us.”
    “Really? Does he need us for a project?”
    “No, I twisted his arm and told him it was time we acted like a family.”
    Favian gave him a serious look, but Brayden kept his face neutral.
    Brayden enjoyed their mealtime. Two weeks before they’d eaten together, talking about the pack and life in general. After that meal, Elsie had gone into her room while Amory had explained details about the booking processes for the pack-owned vehicles, such as the minivan and a couple of very ordinary-looking cars they used when on jobs, and also for the communal-use rooms such as the dungeons.
    Of course Brayden and Favian already knew the system to some extent as they’d booked the rooms and the cars themselves as required. Each family had a number, and each person within the family had a different final digit, which was their personal number. That number was typed into spreadsheets for the use of communal property. Where Amory himself was needed was if there were competing needs for something.
    Sometimes it was self-evident who had priority. A pack member who