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I cleared my throat again. “I’m an ice lord. It’s an ice lord name.”
Grannie’s cackle echoed throughout the room.
I frowned.
Melly’s face pinkened even more. “I own Creature Cones, the ice cream shop on Main Street.”
“I see.” I didn’t, but I suspected it didn’t matter.
“Ice cream. Ice lord,” Melly said softly.
Oh, yes.
“What does he look like?” her grandmother asked.
Melly fidgeted in her chair. “Grannie, that doesn’t matter.”
“It’s a simple question. I’ve never met an ice lord, and I’m curious to know what he looks like.”
“His appearance doesn’t matter,” Melly said stiffly. “He’s been hired to solve your case.”
“But it does matter. I can’t be there, so you’ll need to describe everything to me.”
“Um, alright.” Melly cringed. “His skin is blue.”
“Blue like the sky or . . .?”
“Yes, like the sky. He has dark hair.”
“Black? Brown? I hope it’s not that dull grayish black. You know the kind.”
Melly sighed. “Inky black. It’s thick. Glossy. Like a night sky.”
“Sounds delightful,” Grannie said. “Is it cut short and proper, or does he try to look like the men on those bust-bursting romance novels we both like to read?” Grannie asked.
“Bodice rippers,” Melly whispered.
Grannie grunted. “Excuse me? I didn’t quite hear you.”
Melly cleared her throat and lifted her voice. “They’re called bodice rippers, Grannie Rose, and no, his hair isn’t especially long.”
I frowned. “Would you prefer I kept it longer?”
Melly’s pretty hazel eyes widened. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe? It looks good like it is now, brushing your collar.”
“What’s his build?” Grannie asked.
“Muscular,” Melly breathed, her gaze like a caress as it slid across my shoulders and chest.
My cock perked up as if it thought it was about to receive attention. I shifted in my chair and pictured glaciers. Rocky outcroppings where predators might lurk. The high-protein diet search and rescue dogs required. Anything but how pretty Melly was. How I adored her long, dark hair. How I wanted to rise from my chair and urge her up from her own. Cup her cheeks and—
My skin flashed hot again. Odd—again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was my—
“I believe I have enough physical description to picture you now, Elrik,” Grannie said. “You may proceed.”
My veins simmering, I yanked on the collar of my t-shirt, pulling it away from my throat before it choked out my breath. “Very well.”
“Are you single, Elrik?” her grandmother asked.
