Andrew was holding out.
Several times over the last few houses he had almost phoned it in. Had almost snapped and let loose on the other guy. Mated or not, Andrew was sure this motherfucker was a true alpha. The way he was behaving, his tone with Andrew, and the way he was looking at Maxwell like a damn breeding horse all screamed true alpha behaviour. At least the true alpha behaviour that Andrew was used to. Andrew hated it.
He was also making fun of the things Andrew was complaining about. He was making faces, making comments, rolling his eyes at every little thing Andrew wasn't quite happy with. Andrew really worried that this was what the whole agency was full of.
