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“Too much? Too soon?”
Her lips twitch. “No. Too... tempting. That’s the kind of life I would dream of—if I could have dreams.”
More than pleasure, more than protection, that’s what I wish I could give her—the chance to dream. “Well, it’s an offer that’s not budging.” How can it, especially now that I know my ideas are the stuff her dreams are made of? I’m pretty sure that Libby is the girl of my dreams, and she’s already making mine come true.
Chapter Forty-Eight: Libby
Isit on a massive, beat-up brown couch that time has faded to threadbare. It’s covered in fleecy blankets and crocheted throws.
My God.
There’s one done in black yarn with red at the center. It’s a crocheted AC/DC blanket.
I am sitting on a comfy old couch on an AC/DC blanket, holding Freddy and Felix, while I watch my boyfriend make the blade of a dagger. He pounds thin metal in time with the beat of the hard rock that blares from the other side of the workshop.
I’m in Metalhead Heaven. I’m in all kinds of heaven. If he tells me he made this thing, I’ll probably have to propose on the spot.
“Milo?”
“Yes, beloved?”
Beloved? Me? Oh my gosh. Melting.
“Who made this blanket? It’s next-level fan merch.”
“Oh, my nan did! My dad’s mother. She thinks any band that plays rock is heavy metal, except for The Beatles and Genesis.”
Well, I’m saved from a proposal, but I’m falling in love with Grandma Angelakis. “Does she live in Greece?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah, she does. She and Bill run the family tourist business. They do fishing excursions and guided tours.”
I blink. Are people in Greece way more open to supernatural beings than us Americans?
“They book the tours and charter the boats. They make the packed lunches. Some humans and more human-looking beings do the actual interaction.”
“Doesn’t that suck? Hiding all the time?”
“Oh, they don’t hide. Bill and his wife have a nice big farm. They make cheese and pita bread. They grow olives. Her family is old money. They can afford to live how they want.”
I guess that’s old money these days, when you can afford to farm and send other people out on your boats.
“Wh-what does your mom do? And your dad?”
“My mother makes pottery and has a contract with a fancy garden center in Long Island. My dad is a security consultant. Both of them have flexible schedules. Time for each other and their boys always came first. When Bill and his wife have kids, they’ll probably spend six months at a time in Greece so they can help babysit.”
“Whoa. Family really is a big deal!”
“Yep. I guess it happens when others don’t accept you. You learn to rely on your family.”
I silently pet the kittens as they tangle themselves in the blankets, locked in a playful wrestling match. Freddy latches on to my wrist and Felix bites his tail.
I suck at family. I’m not the kind of girl they’d want for their son. What about babies? Yes, I want one someday and based on what Milo said about that queen and her minotaur bodyguard, I know it’s possible. But how would I handle sharing the responsibility of raising him with a couple of adoring grandparents?
It feels like I won’t fit.
“Want to help me choose the embellishments?”
Putting the boys down gently, I walk over to the bench. The forge heats the garage/workshop nicely, even though it’s thirty degrees outside and the floor and walls are made of bare concrete.
