She steps out onto the porch. “I did.” Her hands come to my chest as she steps into me.
I wrap my arms around her without second thought. “It had to be said.”
“It did,” she cedes. “But it won’t change anything.”
“And why would I want to change anything about this moment?” I lean down and steal a kiss.
Kyra presses into me, hands sliding behind my neck. “You know,” she says after she breaks away. “We haven’t managed to get any time alone since last night.”
“I’m well aware of that.”
She smirks. “I guess we can look forward to a lot more, though.”
“Maybe.” I’m not promising a thing when I don’t know how the next few months, hell, maybe years, will play out. Things are about to get busy around here, and I won’t give Kyra false hope. “Every spare minute I get, though, it’s yours.”
“Good.” She pecks another kiss on my lips. “You think you could spare a few now?”
I grab her under the butt and hitch her onto me. “I’ll shuffle my schedule to accommodate.” I barely get through the front doors with her wrapped around me before we’re interrupted.
For fuck’s sake.I’ve dreamed of this damn moment since I took that first pill. Not sure how much more waylaying I can handle.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Fang says, “but we’ve got church, Jinx.”
“Now?” I toss my head back and groan.
Kyra kisses my throat and wiggles free. “It’s okay. You do what you need to. I’ve got a few things to take care of myself.”
I reluctantly let go of her. “It’s not okay. Why do we have to do it now?” I ask Fang.
He glances at Kyra and seems to decide it’s okay if she hears. “Chaos has Tyrant and King on a video call. We need to talk strategy.”
Fuck the Devil’s Breed and fuck the universe’s timing. “Fine.” I snag Kyra as she turns to leave. “Not so fast.”
Fang makes himself scarce, heading for the meeting room.
“This could take a while, but the minute I get out, I’m yours.”
“You’ve always been mine,” she ribs, bopping me on the nose. “It just took you until now to admit it.”
FORTY-FOUR
KYRA
Jinx's meetingwent for three hours. As impatient as I am to have some alone time with the guy, I can't say it was a problem.
As I told him, I had things I needed to do.
I fold his laptop closed with a sigh and a strange sense of relief, as though a weight has been lifted. I'd initially intended to keep my content live for a trickle of income, but now that I've opened up the possibility of a future with Jinx, it felt right to let my page go.
I left a post for my subscribers explaining that I'd started a new chapter in my life, paused payments, and closed the page to new sign-ups.
Checked my bank balance to reassure myself I have enough left to tide me over until I figure out what's next, and then ordered myself my dream four-poster bed to replace the one the furniture company couldn't supply as a reward for doing the hard stuff.
I don't even know how long it'll be until I get to use the damn thing, given the shadow over Temperance from the Devil's Breed. But I'm already fantasizing about what I can do to Jinx with those handy, solid-wood posts.
A girl has to have ambition.
Dad's swipe at me when he arrived this morning still burns a flame in my curiosity, so I keen my hearing for signs the men are finished, and then lift my phone when I find none.
