“Don’t play the fool with me, Warwick Sinclair. I’ve known you since you were in swaddling clothes.”
“As you were in them too, I could say the same.”
“Sssh,” Kat hissed.
“So, what did you do?” Dorrie asked so only he could hear.
“Nothing.”
“Something. She yanked my arm and stepped between me and Ash, and she’d only do that if she didn’t want to be near you. Ergo, you did something to annoy her again.”
“Ergo?” He rocked slightly, soothing Merry, who was now looking at the show from the safety of his shoulder.
“It makes me sound intelligent.”
“Trust me, sister, it would take a great deal more than a single word to achieve that.”
“We are not discussing me,” she snapped.
“We’re not discussing me either, so we have nothing further to say to each other.”
The tank that appeared behind Mr. Rolland held two people. A man and a woman. Or merman and mermaid to be precise.
“Mother of God,” Wolf said. “That tail is cutting off his circulation, surely?”
The merman wore a pair of extremely fitted trousers in shiny black material. Scales were sewn all over them.
“Well now, this is the first time I’ve come to this circus and seen him,” Dorrie said. “Don’t you think he is the most handsome merman you’ve ever seen, Samantha?”
“Extremely handsome,” was her reply, which annoyed Warwick.
The man had long dark hair and a body that had clearly seen a great deal of exercise. It held no fat, and a lot of muscle. Warwick couldn’t be certain but felt every male around him suck in a deep breath.
“A vast improvement in your merman and mermaid selection, Mr. Rolland!” Eden called out, much to the hilarity of all adults.
The mermaid beside him was older but equally as lovely. She wore a soft pastel tail and top that covered her breasts.
“Vast improvement,” Cam called. Emily shushed him.
The merman looked at them and smiled to the children. He then found Samantha and his smile grew.
“Our merman is taken with Aunty Sam, Merry,” Dorrie whispered.
“That’s because she’s lovely,” his niece said.
Warwick refused to acknowledge the surge of jealousy.
“Did you just growl?”
“What?” He shot Dorrie a look.
“I’m sure you growled.”
“I most certainly did not.”
“Welcome, children, let me tell you a tale,” the mermaid said, splashing a great deal of water about the place. The children all shrieked with delight as they got wet.
“Sweet?” Wolf nudged him.
