Chapter 8René’s Townhouse
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Since René and Frankie had eaten an early dinner at The Alpha’s, it was only eight when they arrived at the townhouse after packing up Frankie’s things. René poured them each a snifter of cognac. “By the way, wolves don’t get drunk so don’t try and keep up with any wolf. You’ll be on your ass, and they’ll still be drinking.”
Frankie smiled. “The most I’ve ever drunk at one sitting was last night with you. In Dante’s world, it’s not a good idea to be less than sharp. The most I ever had in their company was a Heineken. I always had to be on in case someone tried to hit Dante or attack me because I made no secret of being gay. I didn’t flaunt it, but I wouldn’t lie.”
René glanced at the clock. “You promised both your mother and The Alpha that y
