“I’ll remedy that,” he muttered.
“That’s kinda not the point.”
He focused on me. “What is the point?”
Hmm.
Perhaps this wasn’t the best course of action.
Because…
Did I tell the protective big brother that I just watched Christian talk himself into shooting his shot, and then get shot down? Though I wasn’t sure Chastity wanted to shoot him down, rather than being terrified of just about everything.
“Vivienne.”
Not a purr now, a growl.
Which was better.
Kill me!
“I don’t want to say.”
“Well, I’d like you to say.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll say.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he complained while sitting back in his chair. “Has Christian done something to concern you?”
“Not at all,” I replied on a rush.
“So why are we discussing him?”
“Just…curious.”
Shit!
Lame!
“I mean, you seem very generous with your hospitality,” I included.
Lame again, and I could tell it was by the way his eyes narrowed.
“Are you requesting I ask him to dinner?” he inquired suspiciously.
“Not, erm…yet.”
I needed to talk to Prue.
And maybe Tempie.
“Not yet?” he asked.
But first I needed to deal with Battle.
“I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Well, you did.”
