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Storm snickers. “They are human staff, Ray, not fucking fairies. They need a moment to come over.”
I shrug and smile at him. “Now I’m disappointed.”
Being here is so much fun I almost forget I still have the triad snapping at my heels.
They may not be fairies, but the people working for Hawk are quick. In less than a minute, a tall man in dark pants and a white shirt, with a trimmed beard and mustache, appears at the door and inquires what we need.
Which is yet another question I’m not sure how to answer.
“Er. Food?” I glance at Storm for help. “And water?”
“Of course, ma’am.” The bearded man blinks impassively. “Warm or cold?” At my blank look he elaborates. “The food. Also would it be fingerfood or will you be wanting dinner?”
“We should…” I wave a hand at where Hawk is barely visible by the pool, bathed in blue light. “We should ask him.”
“We’ll have Hawk’s favorite,” Storm says. “That seafood pasta with the white sauce.”
“Of course, sir. Wine?”
“Yes. But we’ll eat here. And bring the medicine when it arrives, too.”
“Yes, sir. Will that be all?”
Storm nods, and the man leaves.
I’m still standing there, my mouth hanging open. So this is how it’s done, huh. Just ask for whatever you like.
“You okay?” Storm is giving me a worried look.
“Yeah. Sure.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I bet.”
“You will.”
“Not likely.”
“Come back here.”
And I do without hesitation. I kneel between his legs and put my hands on his thick thighs, mindful of the bandaged wound. “What?”
This I could get used to. Being with him. Having him look at me like I’m something precious and beautiful.
His hand lifts to my face, strokes my cheek. “I love you, Raylin. More than anything.”
“And I love you.” I swallow past the knot in my throat. God, this man… “So much.”
His eyes soften. He lifts my chin. “You will get used to this. Compared to all you’ve been through, this will be a piece of cake.”
I shake my head, not sure what to say. This is getting too Pretty Woman for me, and I should laugh and tell myself it isn’t happening. Protect myself. Put up my walls.
But I don’t. I let myself believe him. I thought his heartbeat couldn’t lie, but I was wrong. It’s the eyes. His eyes that turn a clear blue like a summer sky when he says he loves me.
“Then I guess I will get used to it,” I whisper.
“Beats running for your life.”
