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thud of loud music. This was a private, get-to-know-each-other time, and Matt didn’t want it interrupted.
    Yeah, Matt knew they were in a public place, but that didn’t matter. He lifted Phoenix’s chin, giving him a soft kiss as his thumb caressed his mate’s cheek. His mate tasted like heaven. Matt wanted to deepen the kiss, to take it further, but they were in a public place after all. Any wicked things he wanted to do with his mate would have to wait.
    Matt found himself growling when the waitress approached their table. He quickly cleared his throat, wondering why in the hell he had just done that. He felt like shit when the waitress sat the sugar and cream down for the coffee and then hurried away. God, he had to get himself under control.
    “I missed you,” Matt confessed to a dreamy-eyed Phoenix. Either his mate hadn’t noticed how he scared the poor waitress off, or Phoenix chose to ignore it. He sat there staring up at Matt as if he were the only one in the place.
    “But we’ve only been away from each other for a few hours,” Phoenix pointed out as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “How could you miss me already?”
    Matt pushed closer to Phoenix, feeling as though his blood were on fire as he stared down at his mate sipping his coffee. He watched intently as Phoenix’s lips touched the mug, wishing his cock was the mug.
    Fuck, he was losing his mind.
    “A few hours is too long in my opinion.” Matt waited for Phoenix to set the cup down before taking his mate’s lips in another kiss, consuming Phoenix, delving deep into that sweet mouth as he tried to kiss his soul from his mate.
    “I need to breathe.” Phoenix panted as he pulled back. “You’re trying to collapse one of my damn lungs.”
    Matt pushed down the need to lay Phoenix across the table and mount him. There would be time for that, and he would kill anyone who saw his mate naked. Damn, this mating shit had him wound tighter than hell. The feelings that had been coursing through him since mating Phoenix last night were strong and unrelenting. Matt had never had the urge to maim and kill like he did now.
    Was this normal?
    He took a deep breath, steadying his need to hurt anyone that came near Phoenix, and tried at a civilized conversation. “So, Phoenix, how did you get a name like that?” Matt had thought it beautiful and uncommon, at least for naming a human male. The city or bird was another thing.
    “My mom has a twisted sense of humor. I’m convinced the drugs hadn’t worn off before she signed my birth certificate. Phoenix Arizona .” His mate shook his head as he smiled, and then his head snapped up and fear came off of him in waves. It was so thick that Matt damn near choked on the acidic flavor.
    Matt looked around the diner for any threat. When he perceived none, he looked back at his mate. What had him so afraid?
    Phoenix gulped and wrung his hands in his lap, looking like he just might pass out.
    “What is it?” Matt finally asked.
    “I–I don’t normally tell people my last name.” Matt saw the pleading look in Phoenix’s eyes and wondered why telling someone his surname would inspire such fear.
    Anonymity. It had struck Matt that his mate didn’t want to be found. Why? What was so wrong in giving out his last name? Was Phoenix a wanted man? Was he running from somebody? Being a detective, all sorts of scenarios began to play in his mind. It was a puzzle, and Matt found himself trying to work it out in his head.
    “Your name is safe with me,” Matt reassured his mate before he kissed him again until the food was brought to their table. Phoenix pulled away, thanking the waitress as they ate in relative silence.
    Matt couldn’t take the silence and awkwardness anymore. He wanted his mate at ease around him, not like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
    “Who’s the guy that was with you last night?” Matt made it sound like an offhanded question, but he needed to know if his mate had a fuck buddy.