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You make a plan, and then you go out there, keep your head, and play what’s in front of you, because rugby games, like life, never go according to plan.
I shook his hand, then checked out the fourth man at the table. Very good-looking, slim, and dark-haired, with a face full of merriment. Luke said, his face and voice both equally wooden, “This is my husband, Hayden. Brought him along. We’re just married.”
Service given from a glad heart—maybe that’s as good a definition of love as any.
“Going into danger to make somebody else safe,” I suggested. “Getting one hell of an electrical shock so the people you love can get away.” “That’s different,” she said. “Is it? Isn’t it just wanting to help somebody you care for, with the tools you have to do it? Maybe that’s physical strength. Maybe it’s courage. Maybe it’s being able to argue so well, a man gets all confused.”
Oriana said, “I wasn’t going to marry somebody like that, though. I was going to marry Loyal Standfast. At least I think so. I hope so.”
He gave me some of that smolder I’d seen only in flashes. Gray could smolder like nobody’s business, and it was more effective because I could tell he didn’t do it on purpose. It was all natural. Like the rest of him. He said, “You watch me watch you, and it gives you a thrill. Just like the thrill you give me. So why?”
Another knock at the door, and everybody jumped. Honor headed over, but Gray was faster, flinging the door open. To reveal Iris. Wearing another skirt. She said, “What? Honor invited me to dinner. It’s not just your house.” Oriana was running across the floor and throwing herself into Iris’s bony arms. Iris reached up awkwardly to hold her and said, “What the hell?”
