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After twenty minutesof climbing around and exploring the playset at the park, Maisie and Callum were red faced and cold.
Mountain cranked the heat on the way back to the clubhouse and they arrived as a meal was being set out for the buffet style meal. People were all coming in and shaking off the flakes from their coats. Mountain pointed toward Kid behind the bar adding salted caramel and vanilla Crowne Royal whisky in equal parts to hot cocoas.
Amber nodded in understanding and when she pointed to Maisie and Callum, Kid pulled out a can of whip cream and topped theirs with swirl and stuck a peppermint stick in the white puff of dairy goodness, instead of the hard liquor each of them were receiving.
“You guys are all ready for the holidays,” she said after sending Callum and Maisie off with their plates.
“Cold nights can creep in all year long,” Mountain replied. “Our planet is a magical and wonderous place.”
“You had a lot of action figures in your room,” she said.
“I hate to tell you this, but I’m actually ten and have a thyroid condition,” he joked.
“Then I better eat up before the cops come for me.” She laughed.
“You should, the way you’ve been seducing me is criminal,” he replied.
“And you should stop driving my car,” she shot back as she chuckled.
“I’ve got a farm permit, it’s all good,” he joked. “I am kinda a big kid in a way. I like fantasy, Sci-Fi anything really along those lines. What can I say? I’m a Wookie who learned English.”
“And here I thought you named your cat Spot because secretly, you see yourself as Warf,” Nightingale said as she placed a few pieces of chicken on his plate as if she were his woman.
Or would it be his mama? Maybe he shouldn’t push. “Warf?” he questioned, but she could see the recognition in his eyes as they moved their way to a table.
“I get it different universe and all, but the whole half human half Klingon who struggled with his own identity.” He pulled her chair out and sat. “One moment, you’re a cultured gentleman, the next a bad ass biker.”
“Spot was Data’s cat,” he said with a smirk. “I’m not really sure how I’d be Warf.”
Her hand slid around his, the massive mitt of a palm turning upwards, revealing the callouses of hard work. “Then again, what kind of woman could handle a Klingon man?” she asked. “Surely, not me.”
“I’m pretty sure any of the Ol’ Ladies and few of the Hoez here could handle a Klingon,” he said. “Not all, but some.”
“Like who?” she asked glancing around the room.
“Roadkill for sure, Topaz,” he said. “Lil’ Mama, Dreamer and Preacher Girl are too dang sweet. Lyna might kill the man.”
“What about Free?”
“I’m pretty sure Free can handle any being in the universe,” he said then stroked his beard. “But I’m a Wookie.”
“All soft and cuddly,” she asked, glancing around before leaning in for the kiss that was hours overdue.
“And able to keep you warm at night,” he said. “If you’re ever cold.”
“Untul Red, Untul Red,” Murphy cried, running to Red’s knee. Her hair was pulled into two round poofs on either side of her head. Her brown eyes were a mix of emotions.
“What’s up little Mayhem?” Red replied before placing a forkful of potatoes in his mouth.
“I marry Beno, now my tinker hurts.”
Red choked on the potatoes, struggling to swallow the starch as the rest of the table suddenly became alert. Least of which was Cass, shoulders straightening and jaw tightening.
While Mountain respect the knee jerk reaction to kill one of their own for crossing a line he shouldn’t have crossed, the kid was only four and little Murphy was still mastering the words.
“Your what?” Red asked at the same time as Cass snapped, “Beno did what?”
“My tinker hurts.” The poor three year old’s face was reddening in frustration and pain with her hands fisted at her side. “He marry me cuz I pretty. I da prettiest you know.”
