Prologue

Alfred Stone leaned back in the sauna, casually adjusting a white towel over his naked lap. His voice sounded as casual as his demeanor, but to his one man audience, the tone rang more warning bells than a three alarm fire.

“I am Magia. My job is to ensure that nature’s intended matings actually occur.”

Sean Antaeus stared at his best friend in shock. “You have got to be joking.” Nothing in his life had prepared him for the words Alfred had spoken. It wasn’t so much what Alfred had said about Sean’s younger brother, it was what Alfred had revealed about himself.

The Darkworld held people with power and powerful people. Sean had been living in a dream world thinking that Alfred, as the head of the Funeral Directors Guild, was merely a powerful person. Now, he knew the truth.

“Sean, I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t think you could handle the information. My job isn’t always easy. Your family has been especially hard. In fact, I need Marius’ help too. His family is going be just as tough.” Alfred’s brow crinkled with worry as he spoke.

Sean arched a sardonic brow at him. “So you’re letting Marius in on the secret too?”

A sigh escaped Alfred.

Sean thought it sounded rather dramatic and long suffering, which made him feel like he’d walked into some kind of set up.

“If you knew what I was up against, you wouldn’t ask me that,” Alfred replied in a morose voice.

Now, Sean knew he’d been played. Maybe not a lot, because at the core of it all, he knew instinctively that Alfred had spoken the truth, but Sean also could tell when he’d been manipulated. After all, he was a master of manipulation himself. Took one to know one.

“So you’re telling me that both Diandra and I were the victims of your…gift?” Sean put his friend on the spot.

Alfred shifted uncomfortably on the sauna’s seat. “Not victims, Sean. Recipients of a power that managed to keep you from fucking up your life. If it weren’t for me, do you think either you or your sister would have ended up mated? Both of you were so stubborn and arrogant, refusing to see the truth, not wanting to be seen as weak.”

Alfred made a rude sound and his gaze locked with Sean’s. “If I hadn’t butted in and used my gift to help you, both you and Diandra would be single today and unhappier than you could ever imagine,” he said solemnly.

Sean bit back his own sigh. He couldn’t imagine. His life would be awful if he didn’t have his mate and wife, Careen. Yet, getting to the place where he’d accepted that he had a mate, a woman he loved beyond everything else in his life, had been a particularly rough road. The same had held true for his sister Diandra. Her path to love and marriage had been every bit as rocky. Now, Alfred made it seem like neither he nor Diandra would have managed to mate without a nudge from Alfred’s power.

“Please tell me that you didn’t pick our mates,” he growled, feeling unnerved by everything Alfred had told him.

“Of course not. Those are nature chosen. But it’s my job to ensure that those who are resistant become…more amenable to having a mate.” Alfred smiled, something Sean knew he rarely did. “I smooth the path in any way I can without disrupting the natural flow of a mating.”

Sean’s brain raced as he absorbed Alfred’s words. “And now you’re telling me that Holden is in trouble?”

Alfred nodded solemnly. “A lot more trouble than you and Diandra put together. I need your help, Sean, or your brother will be unhappy until the day he passes to the Afterlife.”

“Fuck.” Alfred had him. Sean loved his younger siblings fiercely. He would fight anything that threatened their lives and happiness.

“So you’re in.” Alfred looked at him expectantly, triumph already shining in his eyes.

This time Sean did sigh. “Yeah. I’m in.”

He shook hands with Alfred and realized that he’d sealed a pact of duplicity and manipulation as he did so. Luckily, being Machiavellian was second nature to Sean, and he bet Alfred knew that fact quite well.

Chapter One

The first to arrive, Holden slipped into his seat and opened his leather covered notepad with irritation. He disliked rah rah meetings. Despite all the team building pep talks, things always went back to the way they had always been…with his oldest brother Sean wielding his iron fist and micro-managing while he and his other brother Declan struggled not to let Sean overwhelm them.

In Holden’s opinion, corporate life had been worse while Declan had been gone. During Declan’s tenure at a European conglomerate, Sean had refused to replace him. Instead, Holden’s oldest brother had taken on acquisitions himself in his brother’s absence. Sean had gone crazy buying up whatever he could. Declan had a lot more finesse and savvy when it came to choosing the funeral homes and cemeteries that offered the best value. The company needed Declan’s firm hand and cool head when it came to acquiring new businesses and Holden had been relieved when his brother returned to Antaeus International.

Declan’s return to the company heralded the end of their sister Eden’s term of employment in the corporate world. Her contributions to the company were myriad, but all of them had been tainted by her unhappiness in that environment and Sean’s determination to keep her there. It had all come to a head not long after Declan’s return. Eden had ditched her marketing job at Antaeus International, packed up her cameras, and headed to New York City. Within a few months, she’d become the fashion industry’s new hot photographer, making her name shooting nearly naked men in designer underwear. Sean’s fury knew no bounds over her defection and both Holden and Declan had born the brunt of it.

The door opened and a muscular man with unruly black curls entered the room. Holden cocked one brow up at Vahid Delrey, his brother Sean’s right hand man and the company’s Chief Operating Officer. Vahid had also been Eden’s live-in boyfriend for two years prior to her departure from all things Antaeus. Holden had always been amazed that Vahid had retained his cool demeanor, his deepest emotions, if he had any, masked from everyone when Eden had dumped him. Not for the first time, Holden wondered how Vahid had ever gotten together with his free-spirited sister. They seemed like such polar opposites.

“This is another attempt at a team building meeting, isn’t it?” Holden asked as Vahid took the chair opposite him.

A dry chuckle escaped Vahid. “You know Sean. He may suck at something, but his determination won’t let him stop trying to master it anyway.”

Holden felt his lips curl in a derisive smile. “My brother is a force unto himself that’s for sure.”

Now, Vahid’s brows rose. “Nice way of saying he’s an arrogant ass.”

The door whooshed open and the subject of their conversation strode in with Declan and another man behind him. Holden’s nose twitched. The scent of spearmint assailed him.

“Thanks for the compliment, Vahid,” Sean said smoothly, a sardonic expression on his hawkish features.

Declan took the chair at the foot of the table, seating himself on Holden’s left. Sean took the chair at the head of the table. The spearmint scent intensified as a man Holden didn’t know took the seat beside Vahid. More staff rushed in to join the meeting, but Holden found his gaze caught by the newcomer. Intense green eyes gazed back him, an indefinable emotion churning within them. Holden had no clue as to the man’s identity, but an odd sense of familiarity pricked his awareness as he stared into those enigmatic eyes. It was as if knew the man, but couldn’t place where or how.

The green gaze shifted as a tall, blonde woman strode into the room. Dressed in an unrelenting black suit and matching silk shirt, her pale hair twisted into a neat chignon, Emily Carrington looked like a fashion model until one noticed her stern visage. As one of the most powerful people at Antaeus International, she held the company’s purse strings in her long-fingered, capable hands. The new man smiled at her as she took a seat beside him. Her expression turned smug and the new guy’s identity dawned on Holden. The wunderkind of the death care industry’s financial sector, Garret Renquist.

Sean and Emily had somehow managed to lure Garret from his position as the head of finance for Stone Mortuary Services, a job he hadn’t even held very long. Alfred Stone had hired him away from the biggest British mortuary conglomerate in the hope of turning him loose on the Funeral Director’s Guild’s financials, a big project that Alfred had spearheaded as the head of the FDG. Instead, Sean and Emily had whisked the whiz kid to Antaeus International. With an internal smirk, Holden briefly imagined the acquisition of the stock market genius taking place over a round of golf. His brother Sean golfed regularly with Alfred and Marius Granville of Granville Cemetery, the oldest cemetery in their part of the Darkworld. Holden figured the three powerful men brokered all kinds of industry related deals during those golf games. Something told him that Garret Renquist might just have been one of those deals.

“Let’s get started,” Sean said from the head of the table. “This will be a short meeting anyway since we’re all leaving.”

“Leaving?” Holden asked, startled. What the hell was his brother up to now?

Sean’s intense golden stare turned on Holden. “Yes. Leaving. I’ll get to that in a minute.”

Holden watched as his older brother’s hawk-like gaze settled on the new guy. “Has everyone met Garret? Garret Renquist is our new Chief Investment Officer. He’ll also be working in the capacity of Budget Director under Emily, which means he’ll be working with all of you on your budgets. He comes highly recommended and has a great reputation for increasing a company’s investment returns. If you haven’t had an opportunity to introduce yourself to him, I suggest you do so over the next four days…”

Sean’s voice trailed away and Holden mentally braced himself. He knew that tone. Sean was up to something that would probably irritate the hell out of him. His brother’s suggestion that everyone introduce themselves to Garret was a thinly veiled order. Since Eden’s departure, Sean regularly did things that he knew would force his younger brother out of his comfort zone and push the limits of his patience. In the past, Holden had always bounced back from Sean’s Machiavellian power trips. Lately, he found himself beyond angry when his brother’s machinations involved him.

Turning his gaze to his notepad so his brothers wouldn’t see the anger beginning to simmer inside him, his nostrils flared as the scent of spearmint wafted toward him again. Who the hell smelled like mouthwash?

“I’ll be closing this meeting in a few minutes, but we will reconvene tonight at six over dinner at the Gargoyle Resort. You are all to go home and pack. We’re headed out to the mountains for a retreat.”

Holden’s head shot up and his eyes met his older brother’s. A gleam of triumph lit Sean’s amber eyes. Holden’s jaw tightened. Sean had made his feelings clear a few weeks before regarding the woman Holden had been dating. Since Sean had never interfered in his sex life before, Holden had been surprised that he’d even mentioned her. He’d brushed off his older brother at the time. Holden really didn’t give a shit whether Sean liked who he was fucking. It was none of Sean’s business and it wasn’t serious anyway.

Now, however, Sean’s machinations had pissed him off and cost him money. Holden had cleared his calendar for two days so he could have a long four day weekend. His intent had been to spend those days in a sexual stupor at an exclusive spa in Santa Barbara. The steep deposit he’d put down with his reservations for two would now be lost, and the woman he was seeing would require placating. Fury rose within him. The loss of the money didn’t irritate him so much, but the thought of having to soothe Gina’s ruffled feathers made Holden furious with his oldest brother. Even though Gina had a tongue that could lick all day, she also had a rather bitchy attitude that showed up when she didn’t get her way. Thanks to Sean, Holden would now be the recipient of the bitching rather than the licking.

“This will be an opportunity for us to work on some team building and strategizing. It will also give you all a chance to spend some time with Garret to see how he can help each of your departments maximize your budgets.”

Sean’s smile widened as Vahid got up and handed out brochures and packets to everyone. Holden opened his folder and stiffened. Sean had paired everyone up, forcing them to share rooms. Sean and Declan were together. Vahid shared with Todd Ryan, the Chief Technology Officer and Holden’s draw was…the new guy. His head shot up and his gaze collided with Garret’s intense stare. A little smile quirked up one corner of the man’s mouth. That little smile kicked Holden’s irritation up a notch. He frowned, wondering what it would take to get Vahid to trade with him.

Holden’s eyes tracked Vahid around the table. When the head of Operations returned to his seat, he cocked a brow up at Holden. His smirky expression dashed Holden’s hopes for a trade. Vahid obviously knew that Sean had put the new executive with his youngest brother for a reason.

Fuck! Anger tore through Holden at his brother’s little games. Grinding his teeth together, he eyed the itinerary included in the packet. All the rah rah stuff was there and even worse, there were scheduled strategizing sessions between each set of partners. Great, now he had to talk business with the finance geek all weekend instead of spending his time getting blown and fucked by the hottest woman he’d dated in a year.

The law degree and MBA hanging on his office wall had made Holden the company’s General Consul and Chief Legal Officer. He dealt mostly with contracts and the mergers that Declan arranged. Anything related to litigation got shuffled off to a firm on retainer. Holden answered directly to Sean, but spent most of his time working with Declan. Looking at the itinerary for the next four days he couldn’t believe Sean hadn’t paired him with Declan. It made better sense to him because he and Declan were in the middle of some delicate takeover negotiations with an Australian company. He didn’t have any strategizing to do with the bean counter, Holden thought with annoyance. Pairing him with the whiz kid had to be yet another Sean Antaeus production.

Holden watched Sean close the meeting. An odd glow of triumph lurked in the golden depths of Sean’s eyes. Holden’s dragon senses pinged. A triumphant Sean wasn’t necessarily a good thing for the members of his family. He jerked his attention from his brother and gathered up his things, fury propelling him out of the board room. Fuck Sean. Maybe he’d just not show up at the retreat. That would teach his brother.

The scent of spearmint caused his nostrils to flare. He turned his head to find that Garret Renquist had followed him out of the board room. His frown deepened.

“I gather you’re unhappy about being paired with me.”

Visions of a cool woodland waterfall flitted through Holden’s mind at the sound of the British accented baritone. Holden didn’t know why it hadn’t dawned on him that Garret was British. The man had come from a British based company.

Holden stepped into his office and Garret followed. Holden shut the door and waved the financial whiz kid toward a chair. As he sat down behind his desk he noticed that Garret’s green eyes flickered over the wall of certificates, awards, and degrees. For a moment, Holden again had the sense that he knew the man. The spearmint scent apparently came from Garret. Holden’s office smelled like a bottle of mouthwash.

“You’re the General Consul.” Garret’s clipped British accent made the words sound almost accusatory, though Holden knew that wasn’t his intent.

With a nod, he gestured toward the wall of plaques. “I went to Harvard Law School. I wasn’t top of my class, but close.” He smiled a little and joked, “All the Boston beauties kept me from studying too hard so I missed out on the top three spots.”

Garret’s eyes glowed a little and his mouth quirked up in the same smile he’d displayed in the board room. “I’ve been to Boston. There are a lot of good looking women there. It’s a very academic town, isn’t it?”

Holden nodded absently. Something about the spearmint scent bothered him, but like the sense of familiarity he had when he looked in Garret’s eyes, he couldn’t quite place it. He studied the man before him more closely. They had similar builds and were about the same height. Garret stood perhaps an inch taller and he appeared to be a little leaner than Holden. His chestnut brown hair was cropped close around the back of his neck but fell over his forehead with a wave in front. He had a boyishly handsome face, but his reserved demeanor made him look rather stern. Holden wondered if the golden boy of the stock market ever had any fun. He certainly looked all business.

With a mental shrug, Holden studied the man’s very green eyes. They held an open expression, but Holden felt sure that behind that expression, Garret Renquist was quite guarded. Had he been the new guy, he’d be totally on his guard.

“I’m not unhappy about being paired with you. I’m unhappy about the whole weekend,” he explained, reaching out to grasp his pen, twirling it absently in his fingers. “For one, my brother Sean likes to play at being the puppet master, making us all dance on strings. For another, I had plans.”

Two beats of silence followed his words. Then Garret’s eyes clouded, the emerald green irises darkening. Holden figured the man didn’t like the idea of Sean being a manipulator. It sure as heck wasn’t something he’d want to know about his boss’s boss on the first day of a new job. He felt a little sorry for Garret now. He’d obviously had no idea what Sean Antaeus was like when he accepted the position at Antaeus International.

“Look, we’ll just have to make the best of it, as we do with any of these team building things Sean springs on us. I’m sure we’ll find something to work on during the strategy sessions,” he said easily, hoping he hadn’t scared off the new guy. Sean would kill him if he did.

One of Garret’s brown brows arched up. “You don’t think we’re a good match?”

Holden blinked at the man’s odd choice of words. “There’s not a lot of interaction between my department and yours. I work more closely with my brother Declan. Declan works with Emily. I’m not sure why Sean put us together.”

Garret’s mouth quirked knowingly as if he had knowledge Holden didn’t. Resisting the urge to shift uncomfortably in his chair, Holden snuck a glance at the guy. He sat there cool as a cucumber, his expression enigmatic, while Holden could barely keep from fidgeting.

Holden looked down at his hands then and dropped the pen he’d been twirling. When he raised his head, his gaze collided with Garret’s. The scent of spearmint intensified and a nervous sweat broke out on the skin between Holden’s shoulder blades, making his clan mark itch. He sucked in a breath as realization hit him.

“You’re a dragon.”

Garret nodded, the enigmatic expression giving way to amusement. “Your natural enemy. I’m a green.”

Holden made a rude sound. “The dragon clans haven’t fought in a millennia. And even then, there was nothing natural about it. All the wars were about power. Not color or clan. Legend says we were all one color in the beginning. Our natural enemies were humans, not each other.”

A huge smile broke out on Garret’s face. “You’re a purist.”

Holden’s stomach lurched. Geez, the man had the most brilliant smile he’d ever seen. He shook his head. “I’m a realist. Dragons were not born to kill each other. We were never each other’s natural enemies. Humans on the other hand instinctively want to be rid of any being stronger than themselves. Their fear drives them.”

Both of Garret’s brows rose, but his smile stayed intact. “A psychology major.”

“Biological Anthropology.” Holden grinned, beginning to relax. Maybe the weekend wouldn’t be so bad after all. In fact, it would be perfect if he had a victim. “Hey! Do you play…?”

“Tennis,” Garret finished for him with a nod toward Holden’s college trophies. “Although not in your league.”

“That was years ago. My reflexes aren’t so fast anymore. I sit at a desk all day after all.”

Garret’s brow cocked up again. “You don’t look so out of shape.”

Holden shrugged. “I’m not, but I don’t play much any more and to stay at the top of your form you have to play every day. I had the skill to go pro, but not the drive. I like working for my family.” He grimaced. “My brother is a pain in the ass, but I wouldn’t work for any other company.”

“Your brothers, this company…Antaeus is a powerful name in this industry,” Garret said quietly. “I was flattered that Alfred wanted me for the FDG and Stone. I was floored when Sean said he’d pay me more to come here.”

Holden laughed. “I’ll bet Alfred was tweaked. He’s one of Sean’s closest friends so I’m sure he gave my brother an earful, but the rest of us would never know it.”

“Strangely, Alfred took it all very calmly, as if he had expected it to happen.”

Holden prepared himself for the sense of familiarity when he met Garrett’s gaze. “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I was pissed at having to share a room with you.”

Something indefinable flickered in Garret’s eyes. He rose from his chair. “It’s all right. I’ve been feeling a bit out of my element today so I overreacted.” He turned toward the door. “I’ll see you up at the resort. Maybe we can get in a couple of rounds of tennis while we’re there.”

Holden smiled. “I’d like that. Welcome to Antaeus International, Garret.”

The other man looked back over his shoulder. “Thank you.” A brief smile flashed across his face and then he was gone.

Holden sat staring at the closed door for long minutes, the scent of spearmint lingering faintly in the office. The anger he’d felt at Sean’s manipulations had fizzled during his conversation with Garret. He should know better than to get pissed anyway. It never changed anything. Holden had never known anyone to get his way more than Sean.

On his way to the elevator, he ran into Declan. “Nothing from Australia?” he asked.

His brother shook his head. “Not yet.”

They both stepped into the elevator. As the door closed, Holden said, “Why did Sean stick me with the new guy?”

Declan shrugged. “Why does Sean do anything? Everything is about control with him.”

“Has he messed with your private life too?” Holden’s gaze sharpened as he looked at his older brother.

“What private life?” The words were cool and sardonic with a bitter edge.

Sympathy washed over Holden. His older brother had a huge thing for Elysia Granville, one of the most powerful women in their industry. However, she was engaged to the industry’s biggest asshole, Austin Stone. Holden didn’t understand how such a smart woman had ended up with such a monumental jackass. A woman like her belonged with a man like his brother not a weasel like Austin.

“I gather Sean’s little jaunt to the mountains is interfering with your plans,” Declan said, his voice rumbling out of his broad chest.

Holden looked up to find his brother’s expression filled with understanding. “Yeah. It’s gonna cost me a bundle too between the deposit on the suite at the spa and keeping Gina from being disappointed.”

Declan’s eyes twinkled. “Buy her an expensive bracelet. She’s mercenary enough to be placated by rocks.”

The elevator stopped at the underground garage and they headed toward their assigned parking spots. “Why do you and Sean think that’s all Gina wants from me?” Holden grumbled as he watched his brother’s tall form move toward his Mercedes.

Declan shot him an amused glance over the roof of the car. “Because it’s obvious?”

Holden grimaced. “Money isn’t the only thing she wants. She likes my cock too.”

His brother grinned, white teeth flashing in his tanned face. “Well, she should. Especially when the man attached to the cock buys expensive presents. Just watch it with her, little brother. She wants the gold ring with rocks and you just want to get your rocks off.”

Holden walked over to his SUV. “Yeah, well, she can want the ring, but that doesn’t mean she’ll get it. I’m not the marrying type.”

“Neither was Sean.” Declan laughed and unlocked his car, the headlights flashing as the alarm disarmed. “I’ll see you at the resort. Good luck appeasing Gina.”

As Holden drove to his condo, he pondered his brother’s words. He knew Gina wanted to marry him. He knew she was dazzled by his job, his money, and his good looks. He also knew that a woman like her would never fit in his family. For all their money, the Antaeus siblings were all about home and hearth and true mates. Holden wouldn’t dream of marrying a social climber like Gina. A woman like her could never be his mate. Maybe Sean’s interference wasn’t such an inconvenience after all. Although left with only his hand to see to his sexual satisfaction, being rid of Gina and her demands was more of a relief than he’d wanted to admit.

Holden’s condo was in a high rise condominium complex only two blocks from the beach. He drove into the underground garage and parked in the space reserved for the penthouse. His footsteps echoed in the cement structure as he walked to the elevator. Thoughts echoed in his head too. Everything from Declan’s bitterness to Sean’s manipulations to the prospect of kicking Garret’s ass at tennis. The weekend was starting to look up.

In the elevator, he punched in the security code that took him to the penthouse level. The elevator opened onto a foyer that had but one door, his. Unlocking the penthouse door and automatically disarming the alarm, Holden stepped into his home. From his living room, he had an unparalleled view of the coast in both directions. His expensive, but comfortable furniture softened the starkly modern architecture. It was a bachelor’s home, not meant for entertaining in spite of its size.

Holden jerked off his tie and jacket, tossing them on the brown leather couch. In the kitchen, he pulled open one side of the huge brushed aluminum refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. As he drank, he eyed the crayon drawings stuck to the refrigerator with magnets. His sister Diandra’s twins were the only Antaeus offspring. He, Declan, and Eden were unmated. Sean and Careen hadn’t had any children yet. Holden figured his brother wouldn’t have kids until all his siblings were mated. It was a very Sean way to go about things.

For himself, he didn’t even wonder if he had a mate. He didn’t particularly care. Kids and a white picket fence and the kind of woman who would want that life were so not his style. On the other hand, society type women and career women weren’t really his type either. People with that kind of driven personality irritated him which is why he was no longer pissed at missing his weekend with Gina. He really only had one use for her and now that he realized it, he was too nice a guy to continue fucking her when he didn’t even like her.

As he headed for his bedroom, Holden wondered if Garret Renquist was the driven type. He didn’t seem that way, but it was tough to tell with wonder boys. Things seemed to come so easily to them that if they were driven, those around them never noticed. Holden opened his packed suitcase and changed some of the items so that now his clothing was more suited to a mountain business retreat rather than a beachside spa. Once the suitcase was ready to go, Holden picked up the phone and called the exclusive jeweler his family always used. He ordered an elegant ruby bracelet to be delivered to Gina that evening and headed down to his car.

He figured he’d call Gina while he drove so she’d know he wasn’t lying to her about having to go to the mountains. It was going to be an uncomfortable call, so doing it while driving also gave him the excuse of the call dropping if he got tired of listening to her rage or whine. The more he thought about how unpleasant the call would probably be, the more he just wanted to be rid of her. And so, when he was halfway up the mountain pass on the way to Gargoyle Resort, Holden found himself breaking up with Gina over the phone.

She whined. She raged. She cursed him in Italian. And then he hit a dead spot and the call dropped. Sighing with relief, he shut off his cell phone. The remainder of the drive to the resort relaxed him and by the time he arrived, Holden looked forward to playing tennis with Garret. He loved tennis and rarely got the opportunity to play anymore. He hoped Garret played well enough to challenge him.

Holden’s shared suite turned out to have two bedrooms and a well stocked wet bar in the sitting room between the two rooms. Since he was the first one there, he picked one of the rooms and unpacked. As he stowed away his suitcase, he heard the door open. He walked into the sitting room to find Garret standing in front of the door, taking in his surroundings.

“It’s a two bedroom suite,” Holden said with a grin. He gestured toward the door across from him. “That one’s yours.”

Garret returned his smile and picked up his suitcase. “Thanks.”

“Can I get you a drink while you unpack? It’s an hour until dinner and there’s a fully stocked bar here. No mini bottles.” Holden’s nose twitched as the spearmint scent reached him. He’d never smelled cologne like that before.

“That would be great. Just a glass of red wine if they have it, please,” Garret replied as he walked toward his room.

Holden heard the sound of Garret opening his suitcase and then the closet door. He searched through the wet bar’s stock of alcohol looking for wine and found a full size bottle of Merlot and one of Cabernet Sauvignon. The Merlot was a decent vintage and he decided he’d have a glass. He pulled out a corkscrew, expertly removed the cork, and poured two glasses before ambling over to Garret’s bedroom door.

The British man had his back to Holden, putting folded shirts in the dresser. Holden noticed absently that they were dressed similarly in khaki slacks and polo shirts. Without the suit jacket covering his torso, it was obvious that Garret was taller, yet leaner, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders.

“Here’s your wine. They had a decent vintage of Merlot. Surprised me,” Holden said as he watched Garret finish unpacking. The whiz kid had an elegance of movement that was graceful in its economy. Certainly not what he expected of a bean counter.

Garret stowed his suitcase, turned, and took the glass of wine from Holden, their fingers brushing briefly. A frisson of awareness trickled down Holden’s spine at the touch of Garret’s warm hand. Something about him affected Holden physically. First, there was that odd prickling of his clan mark that he’d felt earlier and now the touch of their hands made him feel flushed. Not to mention that damned spearmint scent that assailed his nose.

Magia. The thought flashed through Holden’s mind and he wondered if Garret was more than just a green dragon. Sometimes dragons had magical abilities, but usually those that did belonged to the community of Magia rather than the dragons. He wished he understood what unsettled him so much about the other man.

Abruptly, he turned and walked back into the sitting room, opening the slider to the balcony. He stepped outside into the crisp mountain air and sat down on a comfortable patio chair. Garret followed him and took the chair on the other side of the small table.

“This is a very tolerable Merlot.”

The smooth British accent caused Holden’s clan mark to prickle yet again and even though they were outside, the spearmint scent was just as strong as it had been inside. Holden didn’t understand why the man had such an odd impact on him. Again he wondered whether Garret was Magia. It would certainly explain his reactions to the guy. His annoyance at being unable to figure out Garret rose.

“So how are you settling in?” he asked abruptly. “Are you looking for a place to live?”

Garret nodded, his eyes twinkling a little as if he had a secret. “Yes. Something with a view of the coastline, rather more modern than not. Nothing I need to spend time keeping up…that sort of place,” he replied.

“You should look around my neighborhood. There are lots of very nice condo complexes like that. In fact, I can ask my association manager for a list of availabilities if you’d like.” Holden couldn’t believe what had just come out of his mouth. He didn’t need the new guy living in the same building! Not that he could take the words back now…

“Thank you. I would appreciate that very much.”

Garret’s cool, even tones set Holden’s back teeth to grinding silently, although for the life of him, he didn’t know why. “I’ll call her this weekend and have her fax a list to you at the office,” he muttered, lifting his wine glass to his mouth and gulping down half the contents.

The emerald eyes of his companion glittered knowingly. Frustrated by how the man unsettled him, Holden knocked back the rest of his wine and rose to his feet. “It’s almost time for dinner. I’m going down to the restaurant.”

Garret’s expression turned sympathetic as if he knew how Holden felt. He didn’t speak, but those uncanny eyes watched him like a hawk. A muffled sound of exasperation escaped Holden. “I don’t get you,” he ground out in a low tone that expressed his frustration. “Are you Magia or what? Cause I’m all edgy and weird around you and I don’t know why. My clan mark is prickling. You smell like a pack of spearmint gum. Every time I look at you, I think I know you from somewhere, but I can’t place where! What the hell is going on?”

The glow in Garret’s eyes intensified as he rose to his feet, facing Holden. “Think about what you just said to me, Holden,” he said quietly. “Think about what those things might signify. I’m not Magia, but as far as you’re concerned, I’m something far more rare and important.”

He walked over to the sliding door and then stopped, looking back at Holden. “Open your mind, Holden Antaeus. Life doesn’t always fit in neat little boxes or compartments. Things happen for a reason.”

Garret stepped into the sitting room, disappearing behind the blinds. Holden stared at the empty doorway for long moments. Emotions tugged inside him. Even though Garret had gone inside, Holden could still smell his spearmint scent. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. That scent…his dragon lore came rushing back to him and his jaw went slack with shock.

Holy shit! No fucking way!

He shook with reaction, his fingers clutching the empty wine glass convulsively. It couldn’t be true. It wasn’t possible. Somehow Sean had set him up. His brothers were punking him, playing him off against the British man somehow. The guy was probably some tennis stud who would kick his ass six ways from Sunday the moment they took their rackets out. Yet, how could they have manufactured his scent and Holden’s reaction to that scent?

Holden stormed into the suite, fumbling a little with the door and the blinds. As he stumbled into the sitting room, Garret turned, his hand dropping from the handle of the suite’s door. Their eyes met, Garret’s sympathetic. Holden knew his expression was wild with disbelief. This couldn’t be happening!

Garret sighed loudly and turned his back on the door, facing Holden fully. “It’s not as complicated as you think, Holden,” he said quietly. “I don’t know why either. I just know it is and I recognized you right away. What you do with the knowledge, how you deal with it, is up to you, but you cannot change it unless one of us dies.”

A growl began deep in Holden’s chest as fear took hold of him. “Something’s wrong!” he burst out, his emotions wildly overwrought.

Garret shook his head. “No. Something’s very right.” He moved, crossing the room swiftly to stop a few inches from Holden who wanted to recoil but somehow managed not to. His voice when he spoke was soft, but firm. “Holden, you’re my mate.”