"So, it's over now?" Eugene asked when Ashley came to visit him the next day. "What happened during lunch hour yesterday?"
Once again, he was lounging on the patio, enjoying the winter sun and inhaling fresh air while wearing another of his husband's hoodies. At his request, Ashley brought home Arthur's unwashed clothes—with extra pheromones infused on them—from the quarantine studio so Eugene could drown himself in his alpha's scent until the real person came home.
"Get someone to check the CCTV in the town hall and raid her office," Ashley replied before sipping on a can of beer. Self-reward, she said. "Fortunately, she wasn't on her usual business trips."
