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“They coming home soon?” His neighborhood was gorgeous, nothing but old-timey castles, and actually kind of reminded me of Bow’s neighborhood. Most of those properties in her neighborhood were more modern, though.
Dorian didn’t say anything, and I swung my gaze in his direction.
He rubbed the steering wheel, the rubies on his ring flickering the sun. “Yeah, soon.” He studied me. “So no pressure today, yeah?”
I was glad for that, nodding.
He took my hand again, pointing out some of the history of the homes. Some pretty famous people had settled down here in the past, and that surprised me. According to Dorian, his neighborhood had had a president or two come through it and loads of influential people.
This didn’t surprise me since Bow had mentioned stuff like this when I’d first come to the city. Dorian kept us moving, and surprise, surprise, he lived in probably the biggest castle in the neighborhood. It was old smoky brick, the spokes high. It had dark shutters too, which made it look like a spell had been placed on it, but kind of in a cool way.
The establishment appeared perfect for a dark prince, and Dorian waved his hand at a couple of women watering the hedges next door. The two were outside another old-timey property, their hands raised high.
“Old family friends,” he said, then later explained his dad grew up in the house Dorian lived in today. Anyway, the women next door happened to be the mothers of his dad’s best friend, Jax. Jax was both Dorian’s god dad and Wells’s real dad, which made the women next door Wells’s grandmothers.
I found it hard to keep up with all the family Dorian had and all the ways in which the Legacy boys and Bow were connected. It took a second to sink in that we were really at the dark prince’s house, but once we were in his garage, reality hit something good.
He was sharing himself with me again, a big something. He came around and opened the door for me, and after he helped me out, he pinched my chin.
“Try not to look completely scared shitless.” His eyebrow arched slow. “I told you my parents are out of town, and even if they weren’t, they aren’t those parents. They’re cool, and they wouldn’t grill you. They’re not like that.”
The way he spoke of them, with so much admiration and even adoration… I’d never thought that about them anyway. My reservations came from internal pressures I’d manifested.
If he was doing all this, what did he want? But one better…
Was I ready to give it?
“I’m not scared.” I nudged him away, but he caught up easy.
He threw that heavy arm on me again, and though I nearly fell to the floor every time, I’d be lying if I said I hated the possessive nature of it. He kept me close, and I didn’t know what that said about me since I was enjoying the possession.
“I find that hard to believe.” He opened the door. “I mean, my mom still remembers that pregnancy test.”
I’d forgotten about that. I swallowed. “Is she still upset about that?”
His shrug was passive. “She’s over it, but she hasn’t forgotten about it.” He frowned. “Actually, my ass got handled for it. I don’t think you ever came up. They were more pissed at me for doing something to you that made you do it in the first place.”
Okay, so I really liked his parents. I grinned. “Well, that makes me feel better.”
“I’m sure it does.”
He said the words as he got assaulted from the front, a large brown Labrador racing into the entryway. The dog was all over him, and he immediately dropped to the floor with it.
“This is Chestnut,” he said, the dog leaping at him. “She’s my mom’s dog, but since I came home early, I brought her back. Didn’t I, girl?”
Um, so he was being super cute with this dog, and I’d never seen him so, well, normal. He was grinning and laughing with her, and I felt like had I not been standing here, the two would be on the floor rolling around together.
“This is Sloane,” he said to her, holding her by the collar. He eyed me. “You okay with dogs?”
It was nice that he asked, and since I was, he let her go. She, of course, attacked me, and though I fell on my back, I laughed too. She was really friendly.
Dorian continued to smile as he watched us, letting us play for a bit before he patted Chestnut away. He helped me up and asked me if I wanted his butler to make something for us.
“Ronald’s an excellent cook,” he said, and I had to roll my eyes. Of course, this boy had a butler. I declined the offer since I wasn’t hungry at the moment. I actually wanted to see the rest of this balling-ass house, but Dorian said we had to tour the garden first.
“It’s my favorite place,” he stated, opening the door to something out of a film. It was like another world out there, huge hedges and cobblestone walks. Dorian smiled. “It was my grandmother’s before she passed.”
This house had obviously been with his family for a little while, and Chestnut came with us as we headed outside. Dorian tossed a ball into the sea of flowers and tall trees, and Chestnut raced after it every time.
