Apparently, Andy isn’t the worst.She shows me images of him giving her large, raw steak on a regular basis.
“Well at least he feeds you.”I want to kneel on the floor and hug her, console her over all the hardships she’s been through.If it weren’t for the size of those murder mittens and fangs, I would.
Rygar gently tugs me along until we reach the door.“We’re going to need to procure a vehicle.”
“You’re going to steal a car?”
“Come, mate.It’s time to go.”
He opens the door, peeks outside and does some kind of scan thingy with his suit.“We’re clear.We should go now.”
I turn to say good-bye to the mountain lion, but she’s already rubbing her huge head against my thigh and purring loud enough to wake the dead.A closer look at her collar reveals a series of bright white letters spelling out one word, Kiki.The lion’s name is Kiki.
She bumps my hand with her head.What can I say, I’m insane.The whole day has been completely nuts.Why not cuddle with a mountain lion?
I rub her head and she leans into me, demanding more attention.“You want to go with us, girl?”I’m joking.Apparently, she’s not, because she bolts outside to sit on the sidewalk and wait for us.I look up at Rygar.Somehow, she’s sending me information.Is this what Rygar meant about animal telepathy?Because it appears I’ve developed a previously unknown psychic ability to talk to horses and big cats.“Can Kiki come with us?She doesn’t like it here.Andy gives her steak, but he never lets her go outside.”
Rygar chuckles.“If she has chosen to bond with you, she will follow us.I will allow it.Consider her my wedding gift to you.”
“I didn’t get you anything.”
His eyes darken and it’s like I didn’t just have an orgasm a few minutes ago.I’m ready for him again.“You did, mate.But I want more.”
I love the sound of that.“Let’s go.There’s a big, soft, king-sized bed at the cabin.”
Rygar locates an SUV big enough to take Kiki with us.Turns out, for an ‘alien’, he’s an excellent driver.We’re back at the cabin, tearing at each other’s clothes in less than an hour.The more time I spend with him, the more euphoric I feel, like my brain is filled with happy champagne bubbles.When the wild animals begin to arrive at the remote mountain cabin, I laugh and let them in.The poor deer can’t get through the door, so he tears it off the hinges.
I reward him with wedding cake.
The raccoons are hungry.I show them to the kitchen.
When the bear shows up—what’s the big deal?He’s just a big baby—I let him drink champagne in the bathtub.The tutu?My idea, but it looks darn cute.
Guess the bear was the last straw, because Rygar gets serious about getting me naked.I laugh and ask Kiki to stand guard, so we won’t have any more visitors.
And then he’s dragging me into the bedroom.My new husband worships my body, and I can’t get enough of him.Time and again, we reach for each other.
When I’ve lost track of the number of orgasms I’ve had, and my body is exhausted and heavier than molten lead, I curl into Rygar’s arms and sleep.
Ten
B.I.L.L.: I’m rooting for the bear.
Lake Tahoe, Sunday 9:00 am
Cool metal grazes my lips.I yank my hand away from my face and drop my gaze.
Holy shit!
There’s a shiny gold wedding band with intricate markings on my third finger.
Did I get married last night?That is definitely a wedding ring on my finger.Is it mine?
Married?No way.I shiver and suck in a breath.
I shake my head.My short-term memory appears to have taken a hike.But it can’t be.I wouldn’t marry a man I just met.
Unless ...did I get married last night?I don’t recognize the ring.It’s as foreign as the man beside me.
