Knot Their Darling (Knotting-verse #1)

Daniel Alabaster is everything I thought he would be. Sixty years old, but still just as alpha as ever. His brown hair has a smattering of gray in its short length. He keeps it styled similar to Darius: shorter on the sides while a bit longer on top, combed backward and held in place by some kind of hair mousse. His square jaw is lined with a salt and pepper beard, also meticulously well-kept. His eyes are a light brown, the wrinkles around them wordlessly telling me he squints a lot. At six-foot-five, he stands as tall as Darius.

Oh, and even though he’s much older, he still looks damn fine in a suit. If that’s what Darius is going to look like in thirty years, well… it ain’t bad. It ain’t bad at all.

We sit at the dinner table together. I’m on the opposite end from Laurie. Darius sits to her right while Daniel is to her left. Nic and Warren took the two chairs closest to me. After introductions, everyone dug in.

“So,” Daniel says, eyeing up Darius, “your mother tells me you didn’t go to the matching ceremony with your brothers. Why not?”