They arrived, and a man Marc called Pierre answered the door. Ian gave Pierre a quick kiss on the cheek and shouted for Sean. Armand and Sean came down the stairs.
“Ian, you’re rude, Colin has yet to meet Armand and it is his and Sean’s house,” Rémy gently chided him.
Ian’s gaze went to the floor. “I’m sorry. It’s just that meeting Jason Jones, after all the time I spent daydreaming…and now my dreams have come true, all of them.” Ian winked at Sean.
“Did I hear you say, Jason Jones? Armand, this is Jason Jones?” Sean squealed.
Colin turned red and apologized. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m Colin Callahan. I did write the shifter books, but I’m also a student at NYU.”
“I understand Sean’s pleasure at meeting you. Both Sean and Ian are on pre-order for all of your books. I’m Armand La Marche, and this is my husband as I suppose you gathered, Sean Quinn La Marche, welcome to our home. Let’s get out of the parlor and into the great room.”