“I would notice some letters hanging around,” Chassie remarked and took a bite of toast.
“I would too, as would Tempie,” Prue said. “Especially since I’ve been looking for them for months.”
“A journal? Something tucked in books? Anything?” I asked.
They both stared kindly, but ruefully at me while shaking their heads.
It was Battle who spoke.
“All the family bedrooms have been redecorated in the last few years, love. And except me, we’ve all been in the same rooms since we were children. They would have noticed something like that after several decades, and definitely when things were moved out so the redecorating could happen.”
I frowned and forked into some eggs.
“The letters will turn up when you most need them, Vivi,” Prue said. “Ravenna never lies. They’re here. We just have to happen on them when the time is right.”
I hoped so.
It was then, wearing smart red capris, a white sleeveless top and white Versace pumps with the flat bow on the toe, Tempie strolled in.
Her expression was bland when she did, but it shifted instantly to cross when she looked at Battle.
So I looked at Battle.
He was gazing at her with a smug expression so extreme, it turned me on as much as it confused me.
“Don’t start,” she warned, melting into a chair and reaching for the coffeepot.
“I said nothing,” Battle purred, and even his purr was smug.
“Let me see,” Prue began. “We all heard Battie’s door slam at…what? Eleven o’clock on a Friday night? And we didn’t see Battie and Vivi until Sunday morning. So that makes it…” She started counting on her fingers.
“Yes, dear,” Tempie drawled. “But I just left a Scotsman immobile on his stomach in my bed.”
“I still win,” Battle said into his coffee cup.
Good Lord.
Were they competing about who was the bigger sex god?
“Thirty-four hours!” Prue crowed after she stopped counting.
Battle smirked.
“You’re at only fourteen hours, Tempie,” Chassie rubbed it in. “Battie beat you by a whole twenty hours.”
“They took a break to go to the pub,” Tempie pointed out.
“Maybe so,” I chimed in. “But it was a miracle that happened considering Battle induced a lot of immobility in me. This meant he was forced to do quite a bit of the work, also forced to take me to fuel so I could move.”
Prue’s giggle peeled through the room.
But Battle turned his head and gave me a look so magnificent, I knew I’d never forget it.
Not all my life.
And it didn’t make my nipples tingle.
It made my heart skip a beat.
