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Despite his disgruntled tone, his brother was obviously proud of his mate’s accomplishments, but Damian gave Wendy a thoughtful look. She’d said she enjoyed being in the kitchen, and he believed her, but was that what she wanted to do?
When they reached the riverbank, they both drew their females onto their laps so they wouldn’t be chilled by the icy bench. Wendy gave him a startled look, but snuggled against him readily enough. As they sat next to his brother watching the brilliant colors fill the sky, he felt as much a part of a family as any of the people surrounding them.
CHAPTER 15
The next morning, Wendy bustled around her room, packing her suitcase, butterflies swirling in her stomach. It usually didn’t take her long to pack, but she’d stayed in Fairhaven Falls longer than she usually stayed anywhere and her things were scattered everywhere. She finally found her missing boot under the bed and added it to her duffel bag, then took one more look around. The white walls and golden oak furniture were a striking contrast to what she’d seen of Damian’s house.
Damian’s house.The butterflies swirled again.
After they’d finished watching the fireworks, they’d wandered around a little more with Nakor and Charlotte, but Nakor was clearly ready to leave. Charlotte finally laughed, gave her a hug, and told Nakor she was ready. He’d picked her up and launched them into the air almost before she’d finished talking.
“Wow,” she said, following the golden figure until he disappeared from view. “He can really fly. I was assuming his wings were just decorative.”
“He’s just a big bird,” Damian snapped, and she slanted a look at him under her lashes.
He almost sounded… jealous. He’d been giving off mixed signals all day, from affectionate to distant, and then back to affectionate. She still wasn’t quite sure what had bothered him so much when they first arrived. And then asking her to fill in for Nereus. Was it because he needed the help or because he wanted her around? It could even be both.
She wanted to ask more questions, but she decided they could wait, tucking her arm in his and giving him a tired smile.
“Are you ready to go back to the inn?”
The red sparks blossomed in his eyes.
“Or you could come to my place.”
Her cheeks flamed, but her clit gave a reminiscent throb at the memory of being stretched over his desk as he so expertly made her climax. Too expertly perhaps. Had he had a lot of experience with other women? That question, combined with her embarrassment, made her shake her head.
“I think we’d better just go back to the inn.”
She refused to admit she was disappointed when he didn’t argue, just escorting her back through the dark streets as the sound of the festival faded away behind them. He told her stories about the people who owned the houses they passed, and she finally gave him a curious look.
“How do you know so much about everyone?”
He shrugged. “I used to… wander at night and listen.”
From outside in the dark. She hugged his arm more tightly, her chest aching for him, but he made an odd noise and she gave him a puzzled look.
“Is something wrong?”
“Cradling my arm between your delightful breasts makes me wish they were surrounding another part of my anatomy.”
She quickly dropped his arm, and he laughed and put his arm around her shoulders instead.
“Not as pleasant, but definitely safer.”
No one was around when they reached the inn, and he offered to stay with her until Alison and Will returned. They sat down in the parlor to talk—or at least that was the plan. A few more of those heated glances, his cool fingers playing with the curls that had escaped her chignon, and the next thing she knew she was back in his arms while he kissed the life out of her. It escalated from there, and he was snarling at the fact that her tights prevented him from touching her when he suddenly froze and quickly returned her to a sitting position, rearranging her dress.
A few seconds later, Alison and Will entered laughing.
“Oh, I’m glad you’re still up. If you’re not completely stuffed full of festival food, I thought I’d make some hot cider—with brandy for all you non-pregnant people.”
“That sounds wonderful,” she said, hoping she didn’t look too disheveled. “And I have some good news.”
“What’s that?” Alison asked as they headed for the kitchen.
“I’m not leaving tomorrow after all. I’m going to stay and help Damian for another week.”
“Oh no.”
