Shane opened the door, not surprised to see Keegan in his usual place, stretched out on the battered couch in the back of Carson's office. The floor was littered with old files that contained information on other coalitions and packs. Since Keegan had a photographic memory and was the younger brother of the coalition leader, he'd been assigned to be a liaison of sorts.
Carson let out a bored sigh as he cocked one pierced brow. "Don't tell me. Mitchell wants us to go out on another mission?"
"No, actually I came here to talk to your mate," Shane admitted.
Keegan jerked in surprise. Short and thin with speckled brown hair, he was normally laid back and quiet. So it probably came as a surprise to him that the coalition badass was coming to him for anything.
Narrowing his amber eyes, Keegan said, "If you want some information on one of the other coalitions so you can go in there and kill somebody you need to find, leave. I don't deal in assassination."
Shane wanted to point out that since he'd joined the coalition, every target he'd taken out had been on Mitchell's orders, but he kept that tidbit to himself. Keegan thought the world of his older brother. Shane didn't want to burst the little guy's bubble by telling him the ugly truth of what leading a coalition sometimes entailed.
Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, Shane admitted, "No, it's more of a personal question."
Setting down a file, Keegan sat up straighter. "Sure, what is it?"
After he shot Carson a look that just dared him to make some wiseass remark, Shane said, "I don't know what to get Trevor for Valentine's Day."
There was a snort of laughter from Carson before he said, "How about a heart full of chocolates. But this time make sure it's not an actual heart. Nobody wants to get an internal organ as an I-love-you gift."
Keegan glared at Carson. "Be nice. Shane is coming for help, not for your snarky remarks."
As always, Carson immediately backed down under the reprimand of his mate. While Keegan may usually be the nicest guy around, he didn't let Carson get away with being too much of an asshole. On the other hand, Keegan was also known to be fiercely protective of Carson. A trait Shane could relate to since he'd do anything for Trevor.
Keegan tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "I don't think chocolates would work."
"Of course not," Shane agreed. Trevor really didn't care for that kind of candy.
"You could always take him out to the movies," Keegan suggested.
Shane shook his head. "The last time we went to the theater we got thrown out when Trevor got too frisky with me."
That was one of the many things Shane loved about his mate. Once the lights were dimmed, Trevor was horny and ready for action. It didn't matter if they were in the privacy of their bedroom or in a crowded theater full of humans.
"It wasn't that big of a deal. We bailed you guys out of jail right away," Keegan pointed out.
"Somehow I don't think Trevor wants to spend Valentine's Day in the Flint Jail."