Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) Read Online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Rinda Elliott
Series: The Weavers Circle Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
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Wiley set down his mug. “Or turn that one room that’s supposed to be a fitness room into a bedroom instead.”

“It’s pretty small, but that could work.”

“I probably shouldn’t have such a big office. That could be switched out. We could put wardrobes in there in lieu of closets.”

“The attic is huge. It wouldn’t take too much to put bedrooms and bathrooms up there,” Dane said. “I’ve already started mapping one bedroom out. Hell, at the rate we’ve been finding soul mates, we won’t need the extra bedrooms anyway. I’m assuming you’ll be staying with Grey, right Cort?”

Cort nodded. He’d have to be pried away from the man now.

Clay strolled into the room, still tugging a red T-shirt over his head. He walked up behind Dane to lean down and wrap his arms around him, kissing the side of his head. “Good morning, babe. Morning, Cort, Wiley. Is there any coffee left?”

“About a cup left, so you’re just in time,” Dane answered. “I’m surprised Calder isn’t up and hitting it already. He’s such a morning person. A little grumpy, but an early riser.”

“He’s outside with Baer and Ruby. I’ll start a new pot.” Clay kissed Dane’s head again before walking across the kitchen.

“Baer took Ruby outside. She was trying to play with Queenie again, and Queenie wasn’t having it.” Wiley chuckled as he glanced outside. “Ruby loves to play, so Baer is probably out there as a dog or something, running with her.”

“He’s actually playing fetch with her. I spotted them through the window in our bedroom.” Clay finished making a new pot, brought his coffee to the table, and took a seat. “What are we talking about?”

“Being mates to you crazy Weavers,” Dane teased.

“Ah, about how great it is, right?” Clay took a sip of coffee, one corner of his lip turned up in a sly smile.

“Of course.” Dane reached out and took his free hand. “We were about to compare sex notes.”

Clay looked startled until Wiley laughed; then his grin turned sheepish. “I may not want to be here for this conversation.”

Dane threw his head back and laughed with Wiley. “Oh, you do. I’d come out ahead.”

Narrowing his eyes, Clay sent Dane a heated look. “Of course you would.”

Cort couldn’t help but chuckle, though he couldn’t imagine better sex than what he’d shared with Grey. Still, he wasn’t about to start comparing notes. That shit was private. He thought about the night before and had to suppress a shiver in memory of just how spectacular it had been. And sleeping all night with the man had been just as wonderful.

The French doors opened, and Calder came running into the house. “Damn Baer,” he muttered as he shot toward the kitchen with a lemur on his heels. He turned and drew water from somewhere and threw it at the animal, then jogged toward the table. He grabbed Clay’s mug and tossed the coffee at the lemur.

The lemur stopped and shook the coffee off its head, and Cort could swear the thing was grinning at Calder. Its long, striped tail came up over its head as it darted around the table.

“Hey!” Clay growled. “I wanted that coffee.”

“I haven’t even had any yet, and already Baer’s causing problems.” Calder glared at the lemur as it shifted back into Baer, who was laughing so hard, he had tears on his face.

“I can’t believe you ran from such a small animal!”

“You tried to bite me!”

“Aw, I just nipped at your jeans, you big baby.”

Calder shook his head and headed toward the coffeepot. “No more animals until I’ve had my morning caffeine.”

Baer headed to Wiley and leaned down for a kiss, and Wiley laughingly gave him one. “You’re such a scamp,” Wiley teased.

“I’m hungry,” Baer announced as he headed toward the kitchen. “Who wants pancakes?”

“Not if he’s making them.” Clay shuddered.

“I make a pretty mean pancake.” Cort stood and took his mug into the kitchen. “You guys want me to make some?”

“I never say no to someone cooking for me.” Baer went to the pantry and came back out with the flour. “But I’ll help. You shut up, Clay. If Cort’s directing, I’m sure I can help him whip up some good ones.”

Cort pulled the eggs out of the refrigerator, then went into the pantry to look for the baking powder and sugar. Once he had the rest of the ingredients, he told Baer to start adding the dry ingredients into the mixing bowl and gave him the measurements. “I’m going to make a well in the center of that and add the milk, eggs, and melted butter.” He stuck the butter into the microwave as Baer got busy.

It didn’t take long for him to make the batter, and he started up the griddle. Soon, the heady aroma of cooking pancakes filled the room. While he flipped the cakes, Baer started laying out strips of bacon into a frying pan.


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