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his sub’s eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    Shelby nodded.
    Hawk cleared his throat. “Can he go pack by himself, or do you need to oversee him?”
    Carter frowned. “He can pack himself.” He glanced at Shelby. “Go ahead, trey. Take whatever you need.”
    The meek man hurried off.
    Hawk turned to Kel. “Would you give us a minute please, babe?”
    “Sure. I need to call my mother anyway. Today was Dad’s cardiac catheter procedure. I should check in.”
    “Go do that. Give them my best.” He watched Kel step into the other room, then turned back to Perry. “Wow, you’re allowing him so much freedom all of a sudden. Are you sure he’ll know what to pack without you there directing him?”
    Carter rubbed his temples. “I’m nursing the hangover from hell, and not really in the mood to play guessing games. So you can either tell me what the fuck you’re talking about, or we can skip it. I’m fine either way.”
    Hawk took a step closer. He towered over Perry by a full head and had at least thirty pounds on the man with the big mouth. “I’m talking about your TPE relationship with trey, the slave you rank one notch higher than shit. I had a hard time believing him at first, but he doesn’t seem to know what to do when he’s not sleeping in a cage or drinking out of a hamster bottle. Poor sorry bastard could barely drink a beer without spilling it all down his front. Don’t you think that’s pretty extreme? I mean, I realize he works for you here, so he doesn’t have to be around people. But damn it, man, he wouldn’t know how if he had to! I enjoy sexual role-play as much as the next Dom, but you’ve taken Dominance to a whole new disgusting level.”
    Carter stared at him with wide eyes for a long moment then he laughed. The quick, sharp chortle was followed by a long, belly-holding, eye-tearing-up roar. “TPE? Are you fucking kidding me?”
    Confusion flooded Hawk. “He said you call him ‘trey’ because it’s one of the lowest cards in the deck. He said he can only drink out of his special bottle…” Hawk allowed his words to trail off. Carter was still howling. He knew, at that moment, that he’d been had. “The little fucker.”
    “Oh, yeah! He got you but good!” Carter swiped tears from his eyes and tried to speak coherently. “I call him Trey, everyone in his family does, because his Daddy’s name is also Shelby. His folks always intended to call him by his middle name, which is Trey. Shelby Trey Mitchell.”
    Fury rose in Hawk and he repeated, “Little fucker.”
    “Sleeps in a cage and drinks from a hamster bottle?” Carter held his rolling belly. “Come, look in our bedroom. I promise you, you won’t see any such thing.” He led the way down a long hall.
    Hawk glanced in each room they passed. Everything appeared neat and tidy, with no evidence of a cage in sight. The bedroom was large, stylishly decorated in shades of black and gray. There were two large dressers—one held photos of Carter and some people who appeared to be family. The other had several framed pictures of Shelby—Trey—smiling with Carter, his family, some children and horses.
    A suitcase was spread out and partially filled on the bed. Hawk heard the sounds of water running behind a door to what was obviously an adjoining bathroom.
    “This is Trey’s dresser.” Carter opened a drawer. “He likes his boxers folded in thirds, so that’s how I do it when I wash the laundry.”
    Hawk wanted to melt into the floor.
    Carter extended a hand. “No cages. No hamster bottles. He does have a thing for Dasani water, even though I try to tell him that tap water is just as clean and much less expensive. If you look in the fridge you’ll see his stash, right next to his hoard of dark chocolate and peanut butter. He has a sweet tooth, but he works so hard and exercises so much I can’t deny him his guilty pleasures. Did he tell you he’s my business manager? Every poker gig I’ve gotten in the past