“Everybody wants something from you, though. I just joined their ranks.”
“No, you didn’t. I tried to do this years ago. It just took that long for you to have a reason to allow me to do it.”
“I’ll never be able to thank you.”
“You owe me nothing, not even thanks. I want you to be happy and comfortable, and safe. And I know this is a good house. I built it. I can change it, but it’s what I’d have built for myself if I was going to live in Whispers.”
“I love you, you know?” Boon asked.
“I do. And I love you, too. You’re my favorite uncle.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “I’m your only uncle.”
“Maybe, but you’re also my oldest and bestest friend.”
“You’re my best friend, too.”
“So, is the house okay, or do you want it changed?”
“I love it. I hope that Angelle will, too.”
“Make sure that you let her cook while she’s here, and do all the things like she’d have to if she lived here. If something is awkward for her, or if there is something that would work better for her if set up differently, it only takes a thought and I can change it.”
“I’ll let her know.”
“Awesome. Now, what?” she asked.
Boon could see the pinking of the sky as the sun began to rise. “Breakfast at your mom’s, or at Grand-Papa and MeMe’s?”
“Momma’s. I miss being the baby. Do you know that if you have a baby, you’re not the baby anymore? Everybody expects you to be the adult, then. And I’m still the baby! It may only be at my momma’s house, but I’m still the baby there!”
“You’re aware you’re a momma now, right?”
“I’m aware. But he’s having daddy time at the moment. So, I can be my momma’s baby for an hour or two. I wonder what she’s making,” Tempest said as she wandered toward the door.
“She probably isn’t making anything this early. She doesn’t even know we’re here.”
Tempest tossed a knowing look over her shoulder at him. “She knows. This much magic can’t be performed in Whispers and not be noticed by her.”
Chapter 7
Angelle smiled to herself as she happily made her way to Maverik’s house. She almost hopped up the steps and fidgeted nervously after she knocked on his door and waited for someone to answer.
At the sound of the knock on his door, Maverik released a little snarl and turned over. “You expecting somebody?” Maverik asked sleepily, lying in bed refusing to open his eyes.
“No. It’s for you,” Valerie grumbled, pulling the covers over her head.
“No. It’s for you. My people do not get up at dawn.”
“It’s past dawn; the sun’s up.”
“I’m not getting up,” Maverik said, settling in nicely again.
“Maybe Boon will,” Valerie said.
“Mmhmm,” he answered.
A minute or so later whoever was at their door knocked again.
