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She fell onto her back, yellow cup in hand, and whispered, “Iocane powder. Inconceivable,” before drifting to sleep…or possibly to death.
Alex grinned. “How about Wilson? You aren’t exactly a volleyball, but we’ll ignore that.”
She’d made the offer, but she really hoped he’d refuse to leave.
“The Swiss family Robinson has nothing on this place,”
She could almost hear her mother’s smooth voice saying, “Ponte Vicks.”
And she suspected Auzed liked her. Really liked her. Puffed-his-chest-out-with-a-sort-of-satisfied-pride-every-time-she-referred-to-him-as-her-future-husband type of liked her.
They were totally her type, but these days, it seemed that if a man wasn’t blond, sullen, and statuesque, she had no interest.
As if his soul recognized he was lost for words, a purr suddenly rumbled through his chest.
“Wilson and I were just having a conversation about boundaries after I found her tearing up one of my new shirts for her nest today.”
“It’s not what’s done.” Alex rolled her eyes. “This again. Apparently blow jobs aren’t done either, but you seemed to like that. And kissing.” “Blow job?” She clicked her tongue and dropped her gaze pointedly in the direction of his lap. “Ah. I can learn to live with that.”
Why continue to cling to codes of conduct he seemed to be the only one to care about?
Meg and Alex looked at each other with dropped jaws half curled in exuberant smiles. Without any prompt, they both yelled, “‘This is Sparta!’”
Bonding, as it turned out, included large quantities of alcohol, loud, off-key singing, and the full spectrum of emotion.
His whole life he’d always felt needed. Needed as a soldier, as a brother, as a guard, sometimes as a male, but he couldn’t remember ever feeling wanted.
With a cranky Wilson clasped in her hands, she raised him high in the air. “And then he shows the prince to all the animals below,” Alex boomed in a voice meant to invoke awe and wonder. From behind her, Meg suddenly began singing at the top of her lungs. “Circle of life!”
Nothing, if done with the right person, was like a balm for the soul.
“Your internal compass always points to hero, doesn’t it?”
No one would ever compare to Auzed. She was sure of it. He’d ruined her for all other men.
