I blinked. Images played in my mind, and I almost slid off the counter.
He grinned and slid the strap of my pajama top down. “Sounds good.”
I made an unintelligible noise.
Caelan laughed and turned the shower on. “Now, Miss Quinn. Let’s get you all cleaned up so you can start replenishing your energy. Once I’m finished with you.”
“Yes, please,” I breathed.
Chapter
Fourteen
Two men stood outside the shop when I arrived the next morning.
One was an unfamiliar shifter, who did not smell like a wolf.
The other was some sort of paranormal, not fae, not shifter.
I stopped at the entrance to the shop. “Excuse me.”
Neither moved. I stilled, keys in my hand. Both were handsome, but the kind of handsome that felt perfect and therefore made you suspicious. Soap opera perfect, even lines and angles, high cheekbones, perfectly crystal blue eyes. No hint of lethality, only a disturbing sense of psychopathy.
I didn’t want to get caught in a dark alley with either one of these guys.
The first one, brown hair with blue eyes, smiled. His teeth were white, perfect, teen vampire drama perfect. “Hello. Are you Evie?”
“Depends on who’s asking.”
“I’m asking.”
This guy made my skin crawl. “And you are?”
The smile widened. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Your new husband if things go well.”
I’d heard this term recently called “the ick.” It meant when a guy did something that seemed innocent on the surface but gave you a gross feeling. Things like a dude failing to take his socks off when he’s trying to seduce you or ordering for you at a restaurant on a first date.
Can you imagine a dude with his wang hanging out wearing nothing but striped athletic socks?
Or ordering you a rare prime rib when you’re a vegetarian?
Basically, things that made your vagina desiccate.
Consider my vagina desiccated.
The other guy snickered. I turned my gaze to him. “You hoping to be my husband, too?”
He swallowed. I’d obviously taken him by surprise. Not used to it, his brain locked up like anti-lock brakes on a new vehicle. “Um. Well. Err. Yes.”
“I bet written exams are hard for you.”
It took him a few seconds for the insult to hit, but when it did, his eyes narrowed, and his cheeks flushed scarlet.
The first dude laughed. “You’re clever. I like that.”
This fucking guy… “Yes, I constantly seek approval from strangers in the wild. Now, please move. I need to get into my shop.”
“And if I don’t?” He leaned against the door and smirked.
