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“Damn,” Carter says. “I thought you might have made practice cakes, like you did with the cookies.”
“Go watch your movies,” Adrian says. “I’ll bring the snacks through when they’re ready.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Carter agrees with a mock-salute.
“Thanks,” I tell him as we pass.
I glance back at the living room door, and smile at Adrian who’s still looking back at me from the kitchen doorway. He looks a little flustered, like I just caught him staring at my ass. He smiles back before he retreats into the kitchen. Oh, he definitely likes the dress. I’ll be lucky if it survives whatever he’s thinking he wants to do to me while I’m wearing it.
It’s a good thing I haven’t gotten that attached to it.
I slip out of my heels and get comfy on the couch next to my Omega.
“Gremlins is a Christmas movie, right?” Carter asks, as he flips channels.
“It is,” I tell him. “It’s also one of the few horror movies I’m cool with.”
“Because Gizmo’s cuteness makes up for the gruesome parts?”
“Basically. It’s also kind of funny.”
“Found it,” he says, putting the remote down and wrapping his arm around me.
“Maybe I should use that setting spray first,” I tell him, when I almost rest my silver painted cheek on his shoulder.
“Nah,” he says. “It’s just makeup. It’s not going to stain.”
I take his word for it and get comfy.
I don’t let myself think about anything else while we watch.
I’m not letting what just happened ruin this day.
Nothing gets to do that.
Chapter Forty-Three
Silas
Adrianstepsbackintothe kitchen, brushing silver glitter off his shoulder. I raise an eyebrow at him as he gets the gawdy oversized Christmas mugs out of the cupboard, the ones we bought when we realized how much Rachel loves this holiday, along with most of the other decorations we now have.
“Who was at the door?” I ask.
“Problem number two,” Adrian says, sighing as he puts the mugs down and goes to the fridge.
From his tone, I’m picturing Danny, but that might be a little biased.
“Please tell me Danny didn’t get possessed again,” I say.
He gets the milk out and sets the bottle down on the counter near the mugs.
“I wish,” he says. “Rachel’s mother called the other day, which should have been our tip off. Paul’s parents just showed up looking for him.”
I drop the dishtowel. “Sorry, what?”
“Rachel’s a little shaken, but she dealt with it pretty well. She spelled me to look like him. I sounded like him, too. Then, she told them he’d become a shifter and he was never going to come home.”
“Holy … That’s actually a great plan. I mean, if they went for it. It could work.”
