“The hot ones always are.”
Katherine chuckled. “What about you? How’s McSteamy?”
“Tess is so not McSteamy. She’s… Jamie Fraser.”
Fiona paused, staring into the middle distance.
“You’re picturing Tess in a kilt, aren’t you?”
“And she looks magnificent.”
Katherine laughed. “So it’s going good, I take it?”
Fiona blushed. “Well, you know, a stressful situation like that can make you want to do something life-affirming…”
“I’m sure.”
“We life-affirmed all night.”
Katherine grinned. Fiona’s happiness was contagious.
“We should get drinks sometime,” Fiona continued. “The three of us. Ooh, the four of us! You can bring Silas. Like a double date.”
Despite herself, Katherine blushed. She turned away quickly, but it wasn’t quick enough.
“Oh. My. God,” Fiona squealed. “You want to date Silas.”
“I do not want to date Silas.”
“Oh. My. God. You want to fuck Silas.”
Katherine’s blush turned into a full-on forest fire. “My body is attracted to his body. That doesn’t mean he isn’t a raging asshole.”
“Why don’t you ignore the raging asshole part and focus on the body part?”
Katherine distracted herself with pouring another glass of water. “Why don’t you stop telling me to hook up with a guy who’s practically my sworn enemy?”
“You are literally the most dramatic human being on the face of the planet.”
Katherine scooped in a hefty amount of ice to help cool down her burning cheeks. “That honor, Fi, has got to go to you.”
“Uh-huh. Don’t deflect. This is about you, and Silas, and a trip to—”
There was a throat-clear behind them, and Katherine turned to see Silas, back from the bathroom, his dimples on full display as he grinned at them. No amount of ice could keep her from turning scarlet.
“A trip to where?”
“Uh, to Libertad, to meet with their coven head, Niles Cabrera,” Katherine lied. “Per your conversation with Sylvia. Whenever you need to meet with them, I can help facilitate.”
Silas’ eyes twinkled, clearly catching her lie, but then his face shut down. “Right,” he said. “My parents were actually hoping I could check on Libertad today. Do you have time to go over there now?”
Well, there went her afternoon on the couch.
“Sure,” Katherine said. “Come on. I’ll drive.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Seeing Silas try to contort his six-foot-plus frame into her Beetle had, at least, given Katherine a much-needed mood boost. He looked ridiculous, his knees practically pushed up to his chest, his head repeatedly hitting the roof as her car rumbled down the highway.
