“What about it?”
“Halfway through the dance, I was more interested in dating Baker than stalking him. What went wrong?”
His father gave a very deep chuckle. “Son, there is no set pattern to the way the dance works. Every mating is different. I didn’t even stalk your mother.”
That was news to him. “You didn’t?”
“Nope. We had a traditional mating. It works differently for every coyote. Your uncle almost went mad when pursuing your aunt. He stalked her until she finally kicked his ass and let the man claim her.”
Reno was stunned. “But Aunt Beatrice seems so meek, so submissive.”
His dad snorted. “Don’t let her size and temperament fool you. She gets into Bernard’s ass when he pushes her too far. My point is, there is nothing wrong with your coyote. He just decided to date your mate instead of stalking him.”
Reno was relieved to find out he wasn’t broken. It took a load off of his mind. “I have vacation time coming in a few months. I’ll bring Baker out there to meet the family.”
“Looking forward to your visit, son.”
Reno hung up, feeling a hell of a lot better. His mating had gone off without a hitch—aside from Baker calling the cops and one deranged-ass human being stalking him. He was now mated, Baker living with him, and life seemed to be finally going smoothly.
THE END