I'll talk to him before I go," Carlos grumbled.
"And what about the girls?" Toni asked. "They need you, Carlos."
"They need a mother!" Carlos yelled. "And I need a mate."
Caitlyn gasped. Hes was looking for a mate? What kind of mate? His gaze shifted towards her, and his eyes glittered with a hard, angry look.
"You--what?" Toni stepped back, apparently stunned.
"You heard me," Carlos growled.
"Ye want to get married?" the Scotsman asked.
"Don't look so shocked, Ian. Didn't want you want to get married?"
"Aye, but--"
"You can't get married," Toni declared. "You're gay."
Caitlyn snorted. Were they crazy?
Carlos glared at her in the shadows, then shifted his gaze to Toni. "I never said I was gay."
"Of course you're gay," she insisted. "I saw you dance the samba in a hot pink sequined thong."
Carlos shrugged. "So? You said I was very sexy. You were practically drooling."
Ian stiffened. "When was this?"
"Before I met you," Toni muttered.
