Mm-hmm.
That was what the yes was about.
Either did he like her, or should she make a play, but something like that was what she asked the cards.
And the cards said yes.
“Allow me to guess,” Battle began sarcastically, “whatever you wouldn’t tell me about Christian is happening out there right now with my baby sister.”
I bit my lip.
“Is he bothering her?” Battle asked.
“I would say…no,” I answered. “If there’s any bothering happening, Chassie’s bothering him. But she’s actually not.”
“You’re telling me…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
He was so cute.
I turned to Prue. “Really? About the sundresses?”
“I don’t think she knew what she was doing.” Prue smiled a radiant smile. “I think she knows what she’s doing now.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Battle growled, making another move.
But I pushed between his legs and grabbed onto his shoulders to hold him down.
“You know she’s healing,” I said quickly. “I know you’ve noticed it.”
This didn’t appear to make him any happier.
“Honey, you told me she’s had boyfriends before,” I pointed out.
Still not happy.
“Do you not like Christian?”
“He’s a solid bloke. Very intelligent. Serious,” he said like someone was waterboarding him.
“Tall. Blond. Fit. Good looking,” I added.
He scowled.
“Baby,” I put a hand on his chest under his throat, “this is very, very good. Chassie wanting to feel pretty. Chassie wanting a man to notice she’s pretty. Chassie wanting a man to notice her at all.”
His lips thinned, he still didn’t say anything, but I knew I was getting to him.
“I love this for her. And you should too,” I advised.
And it might be time to invite Christian to dinner.
“Under her brother’s nose?” he asked.
My eyes got huge.
“Your Grace, you announced you wanted to fuck me right in front of her,” I reminded him, and kept doing it, “In fact, in front of everybody.”
He got quiet again.
