“Take me to the bedroom,” she whispered. “I need to lie down.”
He swooped her into his arms and carried her to her bed. Gently he placed her in the center of the bed and crawled in next to her.
Propped up on his elbow, he asked, “Is there anything else I can do? Can I call Dottie and sic her on him?”
Roz laughed. “You don’t have to protect me from everything, Konrad. I appreciate your being here for me, but honestly, sometimes all I need is your moral support.
“You’ve got it.” He bent over and kissed her tenderly. “But just in case I need to know whom I’m punching out sometime, what’s his name?”
Roz chuckled. “Stanley Addison.”
“Well, if he upsets you again, he’ll be Mr. Subtract-a-son.”
Chapter 15
“Morgaine?”
Morgaine was whipping up a batch of something brown and gooey. It could be an earth-based spell-infused poultice, a mud mask, or brownies. Chad was never sure what the witches were concocting.
She didn’t respond, stop stirring, or even act as if she’d heard him.
“Earth to Morgaine…or maybe I should sayairto Morgaine. Chad here. Knock, knock. Come in, Morgaine.”
She set down the bowl with a thump. “What the hell do you want, Chad?”
“Well, excuuuuse me. Did I just interrupt some kind of George Clooney daydream or something?”
“For your information, I was visualizing the manifestation of my intentions and stirring the energy into…oh, never mind. You don’t really care.”
Chad hovered above the stove, since it was warmer there. “No, I don’t. But now that I’ve broken your concentration anyway, can you help me talk to my roommate?”
“Can’t you see I’m busy? Get Gwyneth to do it. She’s probably over there anyway.”
“I can’t. It’s her I want to talk to him about.”
“Huh? If you have a problem with Gwyneth, why don’t you just talk to Gwyneth?”
“I did. She doesn’t care.”
“Doesn’t care about what?”
“Whether or not she breaks my roommate’s heart.” Chad rubbed his spirit hands together, trying to warm up.
Morgaine put her hand on her hip and grinned. “Why Chad Robinson, I can’t believe you’re worried about your roommate’s happiness. As far as I know, you’ve never cared about anyone but yourself.”
“That’s true. And I’m not really looking out for him now, either. I’m worried that if she dumps him, he’ll fall apart and move out rather than having to face her every day.”
“And how is thatnotlooking out for him?”
“I’m looking out for myself. I don’t want to listen to a broken down blubbering middle-aged man who’ll never get a nice piece of tail like Gwyneth again.”
“Hey, that’s my cousin you’re talking about.”
“Well forgive me for having eyes. Er, you know what I mean.”
Morgaine relented. “Yes, it’s true. Gwyneth is stunning. Most guys can’t resist her, but she wouldn’t break up with Joe without a good reason.”
“Yes, she would. She told me she was just using him to research her erotica novel.”
