Hotel

MIKE POV

If Sarah or Sydney sighs one more time, I might shift and jump from the window that can't open.

"Two Queens in a shared room...Maybe we should call dad," Sarah whispers inside the bathroom, and Boyd's entire body temples as rage consumes him.

He looks at me, and I nod my head once. Three months is quickly beginning to sound like an eternity.

The girls finally come out of the restroom after another agonizing ten minutes of whispering, and it takes all of two seconds for my rage to dissipate.

"What are you wearing," Boyd asks since my mouth is unable to form words.

"A nightie," Sarah replies as my eyes trail over the see-through black lace covering my mate's lethal body.

I have no idea what Sarah looks like, but I imagine Boyd's face probably looks like mine.

"Are the two of you...umm...We might be close, but we aren't, you know, that close," Boyd says, and I manage to tear my eyes off Sydney's mile-long legs.

I glance slightly toward Sarah an