Lone wolf was right. Royce didn't have any business trying to get mixed up in a pack, not right now. Not ever. He had a pack, he had his old family that he could maybe one day go back to. The packs here were great and all but there was no real reason to join them. They let him know when things were going on, what rules were changing and general stuff that supposedly going on, to keep him updated but they didn't pressure him into being part of the pack. Which was really nice when he thought about it and almost made him want to join their pack but past experiences kept him and Rosemary on their own.
Long story that he didn't feel like letting Caleb in on. The guy had his own sob story. So did everyone.
Royce followed him over to the counter, already pulling out his wallet that was worn out around the corners. If Caleb gave him a discount, he was gonna ... he didn't know. What could he do? The guy would be doing him a favor, saving him money so he couldn't be mad at him. It was nice of him to do that, even with the annoying stuff Rosey had been pulling. Caleb had hit it right on the money earlier. Someone with far less patience would have been quick to put Rosemary in her place. Or worse. Turns out, the both of them had come out lucky on this that Caleb had enough patience to deal with the little blonde without trying to break her neck.
"Yeah, Rosemary. But don't call her that. Actually, if you're seeing her at the clinic, call her Abbey." Royce didn't try to explain the reason why. It would get too complicated. So what, he was dating a girl that had no idea he was a werewolf or that his sister was a werewolf, no big deal. He silently pleaded with Caleb to ignore whatever curiosity might come up over the change of name.
"A paint job can't be too hard. Can't you just get a brush and paint can for cheap?" Royce knew next to dirt about cars. What he knew was how to start one without having a key, how to brake, go and turn the radio on. More than that, he didn't get. A car was a car. Got you from point a to point b. "I'll let her know to stay off your truck though. She's not supposed to be climbing on people's cars anyway." There were a lot of things she wasn't supposed to be doing but clearly was doing anyway.
"Give me one of each," he said as he dropped a twenty on the counter. Rosemary would try eating both if he let her. Man, he had to be careful she didn't start becoming a little piggy. Telling a girl she was getting pudgy was never fun.
Did he just say that he had weapons hiding in his car? Hm. Now there was a good reason to have a car. "What? How what goes?"