I managed to convince Jasmine into bringing out any games she had in the back and playing a few rounds with me. While reluctant and swearing she needed to get work done at first, a little nudge was all she needed. Most people are looking for any excuse to get out of the things they should be doing, especially when the promise of fun is going to be right in front of them whether they choose to participate or not.
Juniper kept coming by the table as we played a game of Scrabble, bringing by drinks and snacks as if she needed an excuse to come over. The entire game, she kept bending over by Jasmine and suggesting words, and each time I tilted my head to get a better look at her, she’d throw a smirk at me as if she was doing it on purpose.
I can’t fucking wait to get my hands on her. She’s quickly depleting every ounce of willpower I have.
When we move to a game of Jenga, however, a group of golfers come into the bar. Juniper gives me a sulking look as they all sit down on the stools, and I chuckle softly as she has to put on hercustomer servicevoice and be polite.
“Does she need backup?” I ask Jasmine.
Jasmine glances back and snickers. “Juni rarely needs help. Keep an eye on it, though. Sometimes these groups get handsy.”
I shift in my seat at the thought and catch Jasmine grinning my way.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. Just… Wow, this explains the ice yesterday,” she says, eyes lighting up like she just put two things together.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Yesterday, a couple of guys came in that were staring at her hard, trying to flirt. They fell on an ice sheet outside and their cars were covered, so they said. But when I went out there, it was puddles,” she replies.
I clench my teeth to keep from smiling too hard. “Unsurprising. Maybe they should have kept their eyes on their own business,” I say, knowing full well that if Blaze’s magic was stronger, the men themselves would have been frozen statues just for looking at her.
An entire town was lost the last time he fell for a human.
“You and Nick are not how I pictured thebrothers,” Jasmine says, carefully moving one of the Jenga blocks.
The tower wobbles slightly, and we both hold our breaths waiting for it to come down. Yet, after a moment of uncertainty, it remains.
“Did you expect forked tongues and horns?” I ask as I peruse the tower for my next move.
“Honestly, yes,” she replies.
I’m biting my tongue as I carefully shift one from the middle. “Perhaps that’s one of our forms.”
“You can change?”
“There are a number of things we can do that would have mortals scurrying for the hills.”
“So, Juni doesn’t know,” she says, brow lifted.
“No.”
“Will you tell her?”
“Eventually.” I slide the block out without it teetering and smirk at Jasmine when she glares across the table.
“I think you’re cheating,” she says.
“I wouldnever.”
“Is she accusing you of cheating?” I hear Juniper ask as she approaches us.
Her cheeks are fully flushed from the warmth of the heaters and moving around the bar and kitchen now. It makes the shimmer on her cheekbone more prominent, a faint shadow of her bleeding mascara at the very corners of her eyes—a preview of the way it’ll look after I’m done with her later.
“Of course he’s cheating. Look at him. Look at that smile,” Jasmine says, pushing out her chair. “I’d be more concerned if he was playing by the rules.”
“I don’t like being restrained,” I reply
