“What is it?” Comet asked.
“Oh, I’m telling you about my favorite activities, but I can’t recall the last time I’ve done any of them. I’ve let myself fall into a funk of sorts. Huh.”
What a time to have a personal revelation.
Dash, Comet, and Blitz shared a look. They were all so handsome. Dash and Comet had darker-brown hair, but Blitz had that boy-next-door appearance with wheat-colored wavy locks and when he laughed, some fell across his forehead in the most sexy way.
Comet’s dark-green eyes made me want to stare into them forever. It was like each one of them hit the looks lottery.
“I have an idea,” Comet said. “Something to maybe get you out of the funk.”
“Which is?” I asked, taking one of the fries. Dash looked pretty pleased about it, for some reason.
“If you don’t have plans this weekend, come to our home. Our business is out back. We can show you around, and you can make a toy if you want. Then we’ll treat you to dinner. Blitz makes one hell of a pot roast.”
I expected shock and fear. Should be a crimson flag. We’d met exactly one time, and they were inviting me to their home? The shock and fear never came. This was my opportunity to change things. To take a chance on not only these three men but on myself. “I’d really like that.”
“Good!” Blitz seemed the most pleased. His smile could’ve lit up the whole city. “We’ll come and pick you up.”
I was sure they were being gentlemanly by offering, but I couldn’t let them do that. “I can drive myself. It would be a waste for you to drive here, and then have to take me back. I can make it two trips instead of four.”
“Plus, you can have your car in case you don’t like us.” I was right. Comet was not completely sure about all of this. That made two of us. He was honest, at least.
I laughed. “I already like all of you.”
“Then it’s settled. We’ll text you our address and see you on Saturday.”
I checked my watch. It was time for me to get back to work. I didn’t want to leave, but I had to.
“Saturday it is, then.”
Chapter Ten
Blitz
The female didn’t understand that to come and pick her up would have been our pleasure, but we agreed not to be too pushy. Even if the real reason was she liked the idea of being able to leave anytime she liked, we were fine with that. Humans, at least as I understood things, didn’t have the same sort of mating system. On TV and in movies, they spent months, sometimes years courting one another before getting engaged and then even more time before spending enough to buy a house on a fancy wedding. Generally they all ended up mad at one another, and it was a miracle that anyone actually ended up married at all.
As I said…I got my information on the big and the small screen.
But I believed there was enough truth that humans did not meet and immediately mate as we did. When we invited her to come visit this weekend, she’d appeared startled, and I half expected her to refuse, but she had agreed.
Since we’d lunched, we’d texted back and forth and had one video call. I couldn’t wait to see her again, and neither could either of my friends. Fortunately, with her coming to see both our home and the shop for the first time, we wanted to make the best impression, so we were busy cleaning from rooftops to basement, as well as planning the special dinner and doing our regular work.
Friday night, we looked around the house in defeat. “It’s not clean enough,” Comet said. “Humans are always sanitizing everything and look at this. Still dust over on that table. Jackets hung three deep in the front hall. Whose shoes are those sticking out from under the couch?”
I slunk over and picked them up. “Sorry. I didn’t see them. Do you really think she’s going to check for dust?”
“No.” Dash shook his head. “On TV, human women don’t actually expect their mates to be neat. We’re not bad as males go, but if she’s coming to judge us, she isn’t the right female for us. I think we did a nice job on straightening up and the shop is eat-off-the-floor immaculate as always.” With the sensitive equipment out there, it had to be kept that way. “Let’s cook a frozen pizza, have a couple of beers, and go to bed early so we’re rested and ready to enjoy her visit. Good idea?”
We both had to admit it was. “All we can be is ourselves,” I said. “And we don’t want her to be anything other than what she is. If she is our fated mate, this will work out.”
Thus relieved, we did just as Dash suggested and had a nice, relaxing evening of frozen pizza and a beer or two apiece. Then an early bedtime to make the next day get here more quickly.
Aideen arrived in the early afternoon, looking even more beautiful if possible in jeans and a light-blue hoodie over a scoop-necked gray tee. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, showing off her graceful neck. Everything about her was lovely, and I would gladly have looked at her all day.
Except that would have been weird.
So, instead, we greeted her with a kiss on the cheek each and took her right to the shop for the grand tour.
