“You like being underground.” Khait glared at Lykos.
“When there is exit.” Lykos glared back. “Took three years dig way out.”
“Frankly, you’re lucky I stuck you under a rock on this planet.” Khait rolled his eyes.
“You like being underground.” Khait glared at Lykos.
“When there is exit.” Lykos glared back. “Took three years dig way out.”
“Frankly, you’re lucky I stuck you under a rock on this planet.” Khait rolled his eyes.
“I thought France would look different.” Laura frowned.
“How so?” Matthias glanced down at her.
“You know. Exotic. Far away.” She shaded her eyes. “That just looks like an ordinary city.” She wrinkled her nose. “I can even see a McDonalds.”
Abigail stared for a moment. Aside from both being very good looking men, there was no resemblance at all between the blond newcomer and Khait. “I…” She turned toward the others, and she noted the professor had gone pale. “Uh…”
Professor Kravitz staggered a little, and Magda guided him to a chair. The professor immediately started taking deep breaths while Magda looked at him in confusion. “I’m not sure what just…” Magda glanced at the blond man. “Explain?”
“It’s uh…” The blond man sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s…” Khait slowly nodded and then stepped back before swallowing. “You remember me.”
“Yes and no.” The blond man gave him a gentle smile. “Enough to know you’re my little brother.” He smoothed the front of Khait’s shirt. “Usariel.”
“Little…” Things clicked, and then it was her turn to stagger. She caught herself, then took a couple deep breaths.
Khait turned toward her and took her hand, pulling her a little closer before putting an arm around her waist. “This is my girlfriend, Abigail.”
“Are you okay, Tomer?” Magda was patting the professor’s back as he kept taking deep breaths. He shook his head, his eyes wide. Abigail couldn’t really blame him.
“It’s nice to meet you.” The blond man held out a hand, and she took it. His handshake was firm. “I’m Gabriel.”
“Nice to…” If Khait hadn’t had his arm around her, she might have ended up on the ground. No wonder the professor was freaking out. Khait’s brother was… No. Usariel’s brother was… She swallowed. “Gabriel.” Then she looked at Khait. “Gabriel?”
“Yes.” Khait was smiling. It slowly faded as he gave her a concerned look, then his eyes widened. “Oh. Shit.” He turned back toward Gabriel. “You. What are you doing here? How are you here? Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here. All the seals are intact. It’s against the rules for you to be here.”
“And yet, here I am.” Gabriel shrugged. “When it is time for me to know more, I will. For now…” He nodded to Khait, then glanced over at the others. “Is the professor alright?”
“Really not sure.” Magda exhaled. Then she took a deep breath. “So…” She glanced from Gabriel to Khait and back again. “The name isn’t a coincidence. You’re actually Gabriel.”
“I thought you knew that already.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah, but like knowing a pan is hot versus actually putting your hand down on it…” Magda sighed, then patted Professor Kravitz’s shoulder. “It’s already, Tomer. He is definitely one of the good guys.”
“Khait…” Professor Kravitz looked up at him hopefully. “Can you perhaps do that thing again where you make me not remember certain events?”
“Your power is…” Tomer raised an eyebrow at Stephan. “Complete immunity to magic?”
“We are still figuring it out.” Stephan shrugged. “I haven’t figured out how to even control it, and at least one dragon has proved able to bypass it.”
“Dragons.” Tomer exhaled. “Still wrapping my brain around that.” He glanced up at Magda. “Khait said there are currently nine?”
“There are, though as far as I know I’ve only met two. Ryuu and Tia.” Magda chuckled. “Ryuu and I had a fling, back in the 18th century.”
“I should have asked Khait for more of his stash.” Tomer laughed softly, then glanced again at Stephan. “My friend, I think I rather envy you.”
“We’ve only heard what happened in San Francisco from Laura’s viewpoint, Professor.” Stephan leaned forward. “I know asking you if anything unusual happened is kind of an odd question, considering —”
“No, I get what you mean.” He took a deep breath. “I spoke with Adam privately.”
“What did he tell you?” Magda raised an eyebrow.
“Enough that…” Tomer exhaled. “Enough that invoking his name was enough to convince me to help you. As for the rest, it was indeed a private conversation and if he’d wanted Laura or Erilon to know I’ve no doubt he’d have spoken in front of them.”
“Yeah.” Magda leaned back. “Yeah, I get that.”
“May I ask how it is you first encountered Adam?” Tomer raised an eyebrow.
“Well, uh…” Stephan laughed awkwardly. “He told me some bad jokes then his partner kicked me in the head.” He straightened. “He didn’t have a choice there. As soon as he did have a choice, he risked a hell of a lot to help us and…” He glanced at Magda.
“Adam saved Ash. I owe him for that.” Magda glanced at the door. Ash was around college students, people his own age. He was being quiet, but he was making some effort to interact. The professor had learned of Ash’s interest in geology and had introduced him to one of the students who specialized in dating rock samples and dirt layers and the conversation had quickly lost her entirely.
“He saved me.” Tomer nodded. “I owe him for that.” He hesitated. “And I will note this. Save when dealing with vampires, each time Adam fought he opted for nonlethal combat. He may call himself a killer, Magda, but I do not believe that characterization is wholly accurate.”
He saw Laura sitting on the couch, then tossed the shopping bag onto her lap. “Picked you up a new jacket.” Michaels headed toward the kitchen, then grabbed a soda out of the fridge.
Laura took the jacket out of the bag, then made a squealing sound before trying it on. The jacket was hooded, with straps in the front and a sort of corset tie in the back. Erilon assured him it was very fashionable at the moment. “Oh my god, I love it!” She spun around, making the tails of the jacket swirl out like a skirt. Then she came to a stop, and started shifting nervously.
“Laura?” Michaels raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong.”
“No.” Her voice was soft, then she brightened a little. “Oh, Diana called. She said if you don’t mind, she’s free this weekend. I told her to drop on by.”
It was possible having his reporter girlfriend over right now wasn’t the best possible idea, but then again, he didn’t get to spend anywhere near as much time with her as he liked. Plus Laura still needed a couple things for the trip and she and Diana loved going shopping together. “I’ll pick up some wine.” When Laura didn’t respond, he looked up at her again. “Laura…”
“Michaels I…” She swallowed. “Okay, this is weird and it’s weird but I want to try something, okay, just to…” She took a deep breath. “Can I try something? I just want to see, okay, if…” She trailed off again.
“Okay.” Michaels slowly nodded. He shrugged. “What is it you want to —”
“I like the coat.” She took a deep breath, then looked up at him. “Thanks, Dad.”
The drink fell out of his hand. They’d done the formal adoption to ease the process of getting her into the university, but… “Laura…” His throat wouldn’t quite let him form any more words.
“It’s okay, right?” She stared at him, blinking back tears. “Cause it felt good but I…” She wiped at her eyes. “It’s okay, right?”
“Yeah.” He spread his arms, then grunted as she threw herself into them for a hug. “Yeah, it’s okay.” He hugged her tightly until he felt her breathing go back to normal. “You know this means I get to break out the no daughter of mine is leaving the house dressed like —” He grunted when he felt her fist lightly connect with his ribs.
“Fine, but I’m breaking out the ‘you’re old’ card.” She grinned up at him.
“You mean more than you already do?” He tugged one of her braids.
“Thanks for the coat, Dad.” She went up on her toes kiss his cheek, then grabbed the bag and headed toward her room.
Michaels swallowed, then went into the next room to grab a towel for the spilled drink. He saw Gabriel entering. Gabriel blinked at him, then raised an eyebrow. Michaels swallowed again, then wiped at his eyes. “Laura called me ‘Dad’.”
Gabriel’s face broke into a wide smile.
“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Michaels put the car in park, then turned to look at Matthias.
“We need information, and we can’t risk compromising Adam to get it.” Matthias nodded.
“Yeah, but given what this guy can do…” Michaels shook his head.
“That’s uh…” Matthias exhaled. “Why I brought you. Erilon’s tapped into your head pretty good, so she can monitor things and counter him.”
“Not.” Michaels gritted his teeth. “Comforting.”
“It seems a reasonable plan, however…” Erilon’s eyes reflected back from the rear view mirror. “I’ve never directly tried to match Khait before and I have no idea what his current strength levels are at with the talisman in play. Please try very hard not to make Bridget or Abigail feel threatened.”
“Maybe I should wait in the car.” Matthias sighed.
“That’s not the worst idea you ever had, but we are going to need to intimidate and interrogate some people and uh…” Michaels shrugged. “I happen to know you’re not bad at that.”
Matthias winced. “Yeah.” He opened the car door and got out.
Michaels followed him up to the porch, then rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, a lovely young black woman opened the door. She looked them over, then turned and looked over her shoulder. “Bridget, the scary men are here.”
“Tell them to come in and ask them if they want coffee.” Another voice came from the kitchen.
“Come in.” She smiled and stepped back so they could enter.
“Thank you.” Michaels entered, Matthias a step behind. “You must be Abigail. I’m Detective Michaels…” He gestured. “This is Matthias Jarlson.”
“Thats a lot of werewolf.” A male voice came from behind them, making him jump slightly. A young man leaned against the wall, a slight smirk on his face.
“Khait, you promised to behave yourself.” Abigail pointed at him.
“Simply making an observation.” Khait tilted his head at Matthias. Then his eyes widened slightly. “Wait…” He grinned. “Jarlson?” He suddenly started laughing.
“Khait…” A brunette woman who must be Bridget stepped out of the hallway and folded her arms. Her voice was heavy with disapproval.
“Yes.” Matthias squared his shoulder. “Jarlson.”
“Ah, Jarl…” Khait gave a low whistle. “Now, he was fun. They don’t make Vikings like that anymore.” He rolled his eyes. “Now they all lose to cheese boxers.”
“Chee—” Matthias blinked.
“It’s Packers, Khait, not boxers, and that’s football.” Abigail snickered. “Not real Vikings.”
“Oh.” Khait blinked. “Is that why they don’t have axes?”
“Can we…” Michaels pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry.” Abigail directed them further into the house. “We are working on getting him up to date on modern culture and there are still areas of misunderstanding.”
“Such as why they call it football in the first place.”
“It’s an American thing. Americans insist on calling proper football ‘soccer’.” Abigail chuckled. She had a trace of a British accent. “Oh, did you want coffee?”
“I suspect…” Michaels took a deep breath. “That we are going to need it.”
Abigail and Bridget had both fallen asleep on the couch. Khait put a blanket over each of them before returning to the table. The professor had grabbed one of Bridget’s empty notebooks, and was on his way to filling it. “Mermaids.”
“Yes, but stealthy and generally hostile toward humans.” Khait shrugged. “You people dump a lot of nasty things into the oceans.”
“Yes, well…” Professor Kravitz shook his head. He frowned a little. “You were at that protest where the…” He tilted his head. “The cop that tried to arrest Bridget got run over by his own police vehicle.”
“He lived.” Khait grinned.
“I…” The professor took a deep breath. “Right. Okay.” He put the pen down, then picked it up again. “The…” He hesitated.
“Earlier, when you were talking about the dragons…” He looked up at Khait. “Erilon insisted the subject be changed.”
“She had a point. The dragons don’t like certain information getting around. It’s not…” Khait gestured. “In their best interests.”
“But dragons are immortal.” Kravitz started taking notes again. (more…)
“Okay, this Wren person?” Abigail leaned back on the couch, folding her arms. “She sounds like an utter bitch.”
“I cannot say I object to the notion of her getting her comeuppance.” Professor Kravitz accepted the tea Bridget handed him, then glanced at where Khait and Erilon were glaring at each other. Considering one of them was a glowing woman of fire reflected in a mirror, it was more than a little bit surreal. At least Khait had stopped glowing. “Adam is a good man.”
“That was our assessment as well.” Magda leaned on the back of the couch. “He saved someone very dear to me.” She took a deep breath. “Tomer, my crew and I will make sure your students stay safe. We wouldn’t ask if —”
“I already agreed.” Professor Kravitz glanced at Khait. “Admittedly, before I knew…” He exhaled. “Abigail, I…” He looked back at her. “Your boyfriend kills people by kissing them.”
“Only if they deserve it.” She winced a little. “We clarified that with him a lot.”
“I am not permitted to kill anyone that doesn’t register as at least a five on the scale of bad unless Bridget gives permission or it is necessary to save the life of another.” Khait didn’t stop glaring at Erilon.
“I don’t even want to know what registers to you on the scale of bad.” Erilon folded her arms.
“We clarified that with him a lot too.” Bridget nodded, then grabbed a notebook off a side table and offered it to the professor. “See?”
He took it and started flipping through it before paling a little. “Absolutely no killing professors for giving a failing grade?” He stared up at Abigail.
“Oh, you weren’t in danger from that.” She sat up and spoke hurriedly. “He likes you.”
“If we could get this back on —” Magda started to sigh.
“We should probably clarify where Matthias ranks on the scale, cause uh…” Laura tilted her head.
“Khait, no killing members of the…” Bridget blinked. “What was it again?”
“The Crimson Crusaders.” Laura grinned.
“Hang on, time out.” Abigail made the gesture, then pointed at Laura. “The vigilantes out in Washington are your people?”
“Who, exactly, are —” Professor Kravitz took a deep breath. “Alright, I’ve met Laura, Erilon, and Gabriel. Magda is obviously a werewolf. The others—”
“Werewolves and witches.” Erilon was still glaring at Khait. “Couple of full mortals in the group, but they either stay out of trouble or come packing a lot of ammo. Since you three are also mortals, you’ll be staying out of trouble as well.”
“Bridget and I can take care of ourselves.” Abigail shot her a dirty look.
“I can confirm that.” Khait nodded. Then he shrugged. “They manage to keep me in line most of the time. That’s more than anyone else has ever managed.”
“That’s not…” Erilon made a growling sound. “Entirely unimpressive.”
“Gee.” Bridget rolled her eyes. “Thanks.”
“Uh…” Bridget took a step back, and her eyes widened when she noticed the younger woman’s eyes were glowing red. “What?” Khait took a step toward the young woman, and the big woman, Magda, immediately put up a hand. Her eyes changed to gold, just like Joseph’s had when he shifted. “Shit.”
The woman vanished. Professor Kravitz stumbled backward, staring with his jaw hanging open. The young woman, Laura, immediately put her hands on her hips. “Bring her back, right now.” She narrowed her glowing red eyes.
“You brought a werewolf to the office of one of my friends.” Khait shook his head. “You have five seconds…” He growled. “You’ve got a body? You hypocritical little —”
“Khait…” Abigail exhaled. “You want to make some introductions?”
“Oh my god.” Professor Kravitz started to straighten.
“It’s okay, professor.” Bridget quickly rushed over to him. “Relax, you’re safe.”
“He was safe before.” The girl, Laura, shook her head. “He’s a friend of mine.” She glared at Khait. “And I’m not about to let you within ten miles of anyone I consider a friend. You’ve got five seconds to explain what the fuck you are doing here or I’m going to make you bleed from every single one of your orifices.”
Khait laughed. “Oh, I dare you to try, you backstabbing bitch.” He pointed at her. “You betrayed me!”
“You burned down Rome!” Laura glared.
“Not even a quarter of it.” Khait scoffed.
“Do you know how many Christians got fed to lions over that stunt?” She took a step forward.
“Nowhere near enough.” Khait matched her move, glaring down at her.
“Uh —” Bridget swallowed.
“Enough.” Professor Kravitz drew himself up to his full height. Bridget blinked. Five years and this was the first time she’d ever heard him raise his voice. The two arguing… Oh god, her eyes were glowing too… demons also both shut up and turned to look at him. “Laura is, in fact, a friend of mine and I owe her and her companion my life.” He turned toward her, and she gulped a little. “Bridget, what the hell is going on here?”
Stephan stared, his jaw hanging slightly open. Next to him, Ash and Michaels both had fairly incredulous expressions. Ted had needed to actually sit down. Daniel sat on the ground in front of Ted, eyes wide.
In the small clearing in front of Ted’s house, Matthias and Gabriel were sparring. Both men had stripped to the waist, and at first glance it would have seemed the outcome was a given. Matthias was several inches taller and considerably more muscular than Gabriel even before he took the form of an alpha werewolf. Matthias also didn’t rely purely on size and strength. He was a skilled fighter, having been trained by the military and educated in several forms of martial arts. And he was fast. Gabriel had a slender build, more like a swimmer or gymnast. Strong and trim, but with lean muscles. A lightweight. Except it was Gabriel tossing Matthias around like a ragdoll.
He’d been a little worried at first, but the first time Gabriel had thrown Matthias into a tree Matthias had been laughing when he got up. The big man seemed to be relishing the fact that he had a genuine challenge, and despite being locked into a seemingly brutal match the smile hadn’t left the alpha werewolf’s face. Gabriel maintained his usual calm, but there was the occasional smile that made it clear he was also enjoying the match.
“Woof.” Ash gave a small head shake as Matthias got a grip on Gabriel, only for Gabriel to use that grip as leverage to shift and wrap his legs around Matthias’s neck. Matthias hit the ground and laid there for a moment before laughing and getting back up.
“He’s agile.” Stephan nodded, then reached over and patted Ted’s shoulder. “Naked yoga pays off.” Ted made a noise that sounded vaguely affirmative and kept staring.
“Woof?” Ash glanced up at Stephan.
“Well, yeah, I mean…” Stephan shrugged. “Gabriel’s a nice guy. He’d teach you yoga if you asked.”
Ash grinned. “Woof.”
Daniel shifted and slipped to slide down a couple steps before turning bright red. “Danny?” Stephan blinked at him.
“I, uh…” Daniel managed to turn even redder. “Mental image.”
“Oh god.” Michaels immediately put his hands over his eyes and groaned as Ash started laughing.
“Oh god.” Ted’s voice was slightly breathless.
Abigail kept her hands under Khait’s shoulders, carrying him by his armpits while Bridget got his legs. Together they lifted him onto her bed and laid him down. “Alright.” Bridget took a few deep breaths. “Alright.” She swallowed. “Alright.”
“Is it?” Abigail stared down at Khait.
“He’s breathing, so…” Bridget put her hand on his forehead as if to check his temperature. “Maybe we should call an ambulance.”
“And tell them…” Abigail sat down on the side of the bed. “What would we tell them? We don’t even…” She hung her head. “He got food poisoning from bad Italians?”
Bridget barked a laugh, then put her hands over her mouth. “Abby.”
“Yeah?” Abigail took Khait’s hand.
“I’m not sure, but uh…” She exhaled. “I think I strangled a man.”
“Either that or you beat him to death, because he didn’t move a hell of a lot while I was cutting off…” Abigail trailed off. “Bridget I cut off a man’s finger.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, god, Bridget, your hand.”
“Yeah it’s…” Bridget looked down at the blisters on her hand. “Okay, adrenaline is starting to wear off and I think I might need some ice and some vodka and some dilaudid and some prozac.” She swallowed. “Maybe not in that order.”
“I have ice and vodka.” Abigail stood.
“Okay. Let’s start with those.” Bridget started toward the kitchen.
She got halfway down the hall when a horrible thought struck her. “Bridget, do any of those guys know where you live?”
“Well they…” Bridget gave her a horrified look. “They knew who I was and tracked me down in…” Her voice became small and hopeful. “In Rome, and we aren’t in Rome right now so maybe they can’t find us here?”
“We will have some time at…” Abigail made a growling sound, then went back to her closet.
“Abbey, what are you doing?” Bridget followed.
“I am…” Abigail yanked the box off the top shelf and typed in the combination. Then she picked up the handgun and started looking it over. She caught Bridget staring, and raised an eyebrow. “Come on, sugar. You aren’t the only one whose daddy was a soldier.”
“I’ve got a 45 and a shotgun.” Bridget nodded. Then she tilted her head. “Maybe we should skip the vodka.”
“But not the ice.” Abigail gave the hand a pointed look.
“No.” Bridget turned for the kitchen again. “Definitely not the ice.”
He stared at the man wearing the ring, then turned toward Bridget. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.” Her eyes were tight enough that he knew she wasn’t completely honest, and when his eyes went toward her hand he noticed bruises and cuts. Bridget shook her head. “I’m sorry, Khait. I tried to —”
Lothar started laughing. “Wow.” He smirked at Khait. “She actually thinks you care.” He rolled his eyes. “Guess burying you in the desert didn’t rob you of your charm.”
“I told you, Lothar…” Khait smiled. “It’s just not going to work out.” He narrowed his eyes. “You’re not my type.” He glanced at Abigail and gave her what he hoped was a comforting smile. “This is why you shouldn’t date werewolves.” She returned the smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “They get clingy, start humping your leg, and —”
“You weren’t kidding.” The man wearing the ring rubbed his face. “He really doesn’t know how to shut up.” He shook his head. “You’ll not speak again without permission.”
Khait glared at him, but the ring’s power forced him to silence. “Leave him alone.” Abigail turned to glare at the man. Dammit. He needed some way to get her and Bridget out of here.
He lay on the sand, watching the sun set over the ocean. Abigail’s head rested on his chest. Khait curled an arm around her shoulder. She snuggled into him, the stuffed cat in her arms. It was the only one of the prizes she’d kept. The rest she’d given away to children as they explored the pier. “Did they have anything like that in ancient Egypt?”
“Surprisingly yes.” When she gave him a disbelieving look, he shrugged. “Games and the like, on market days. A few small rides. Like the spinning swings.”
“Okay. Tell me the truth.” She raised her head to rest on her hand as she stared at him. “Did aliens build the pyramids?”
“No.” He shook his head.
“Dragons did it.”
“Actually, no.” He shrugged. “They were simply tombs for particularly arrogant Pharaohs.”
“That is…” She sighed. “So boring.”
“They made excellent decoys though. People focused on the big things, and never went looking for the little ones.”
“Clever.” Abigail put her head back on his shoulder. “I’m still not putting out on the first date.” Khait went still. She raised her head again. “Khait?”
“I…” He gave an embarrassed laugh. Then, in the second most out of character thing he’d done tonight, he decided to simply be honest. “I’ve been having such a good time I completely forgot to seduce you.”
“That is simultaneously the sweetest…” She leaned over to plant a light kiss on his lips. She tasted of cotton candy and beer. “And most disappointing thing a man has ever said to me.”
“So…” He raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’ll —” A shadow fell over them. “You are blocking our light.”
“Move.” One of the four men waved at him. “This is our spot.”
“Didn’t see your name on it.” Abigail lay her head back on Khait’s shoulder.
“We said, move.” One of the other men drew himself to his full and not inconsiderable height.
“Remember that cop at the airport?” Abigail put her hand on Khait’s stomach.
“That one…” Khait waved a hand, and a wet spot appeared on the front of the first man’s pants. The man went wide-eyed. “Or that one?” The second man suddenly leaped into the air as smoke began pouring out of his pants. He made a frantic screaming sound as he ran toward the water.
“The first one.” Abigail snuggled into him.
“Right.” Khait looked up at the now staring men and let his eyes go red and glowing. “Bugger off.”
His arms went around Abigail to pull her in closer as the men fled.
She stood in the doorway, a cup of coffee in her hand. Khait had shifted Bridget back to Rome before returning. Then he’d more or less fallen face down on the bed and gone unconscious. Asleep, he looked peaceful and innocent. And delicious. It was tempting to pounce, but considering what he’d said last night she was worried it wasn’t safe.
Abigail exhaled, and went into the living room. She turned on her laptop and started working on her thesis notes. It was a few hours before she sensed someone else in the room, and looked up to see Khait in the doorway, watching her. He gave her an abashed sort of smile when he realized she was looking at him. “You chew your lip when you type. It is adorable.”
“Thanks.” She hesitated a moment, then set the laptop down. “We need to talk about last night.”
“Bridget summoned —”
“Okay.” She held up her hand. “We’ll talk about the you growing wings and killing people thing later, but just so we are clear…” Abigail shrugged. “Couple asshole serial killer rapist types end up fish food, I’m absolutely okay with that. Doesn’t even register on the scale of bad to me.”
“Then…” He walked into the room, and sat down on the floor in front of her. “What is it you wish to speak of?”
“Uh…” She shifted her weight a little. “I kind of beat the hell out of you a little.”
“Oh, yes…” He licked his lips. “You enjoyed that.”
“Yes. I did. But uh…” Abigail sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it that far. It wasn’t —”
“I mean, I slapped —”
“And then I grabbed a belt and —”
“Abigail.” He raised his voice a little. When she stared at him, he started laughing. “Abigail, I am an incubus.”
“Yes. You’re into sex, I get that.” She shook her head. “But —”
“Abigail, my sweet darling…” He laughed again. “I do not think you quite do. It is not the pleasure of the body, but the pleasure of the mind. Your mind, in this specific case.”
“Uh…” Abigail leaned back. “You mean…” She tilted her head. “You mean if I’m enjoying myself so are you?”
“Precisely.” He went to his knees in front of her. “And the more you enjoy yourself…” His finger trailed up her thigh. “The more satisfying I find the experience.”
“Oh…” She stared at him. “Oh my god.” He kissed the side of her leg. “Oh my god, and you instinctively know what to do to…” She exhaled. “You are so damn dangerous.”
“Yes.” He grinned, then it changed slightly. He kissed her leg again, this time gently, before withdrawing a little. “You are my hostess, Abigail. It is not my intention to harm you in any way.”
“I…” She nodded, then smiled at him. “I know.”
“And right now, you should be working on your thesis.” He stood. “I will make you more coffee.”
“Ham and egg with cheddar on a toasted croissant.” He called back over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen. “And a bag of jelly beans, heavy on the strawberry flavor, none of the black licorice.”
“Oh yeah.” She grinned as she grabbed her laptop again. “He’s dangerous.”
“How is Rome?” Abigail grinned at the phone.
“A lot rainier than I wanted it to be.” Bridget’s voice came back over. “I won’t be able to go sight-seeing until it clears up. I wish —” She cut herself off. “No, Khait.”
“He’s not even in here, he’s on the computer.” Abigail leaned over to look. “Binge-watching Netflix.”
“Well, at least he’s doing something normal.” Bridget continued chatting about the new job. Since she was mostly talking about the filing system, Abigail tuned it out and just said ‘uh-uh’ whenever Bridget paused. “And there is this stunning blond at the cafe I’ve been going to.”
Now that was interesting. Abigail sat up. “Getting back in the saddle now, are we?”
“Don’t be silly.” She could almost hear Bridget blushing.
“Ooh, tell me all about her.” Abigail grinned before leaning back again and putting her feet up on the arm of the couch.
“I uh…” Bridget let out an honest to god giggle. “I have a date tonight.”