Been there, done that. Got that mate and don’t want a refund.
Goddess, please give me the strength to not choke my brothers.
“Do you want to lay down and rest?”
“With you?” Yeah, the disgust in Ronan’s voice wasn’t missed. Funny how when I knotted him I was some sort of sex god he cried out to as he orgasmed. Multiple times, I might add. And now, not so much.
As much as I wanted to say yes, now clearly wasn’t the time. “No. I can show you to your room.” Reluctantly, he stood. “Might as well give you the grand tour while we’re at it. You’ve seen the living room and where the kitchen is. My office, library and horde room are on the other side of the stairs.”
“Horde? So, it’s true, dragons have hordes?”
“Aye. Is there anything you collect?”
“Shoes. I have like three hundred.”
“Holy crap, in that tiny apartment of yours?”
“Yes, and trust me, it’s a challenge to get around my closet.”
The best idea popped into my head and mentally, I changed rooms to put him in. “This wing has all three spare rooms, each with their own bathroom. The wing across the walkway has two spare rooms, plus the main quarters, which is our room.”
“Your room.”
I sighed. “Yes, my room. Would you like to see it?” Maybe that would sway him.
“No thanks, I need a nap. Which room do you want me in?”
I couldn’t care less because I had a plan, so this separation he insisted upon was only temporary. “Pick which of the three you like.”
“You don’t want me in your wing?” This man did not trust me in the least.
“You’ve rejected me so why should I want you?” There, two can play this nasty game of his. Kinda. I really don’t have it in me to be mean unless it’s in battle, but I could be sneaky.
“Hmm. Okay.” Ronan walked through all three rooms, checking out the closets and bathrooms. Each were a mirror image in size and finishes so I wasn’t sure what exactly he searched for. “I’ll take the middle one.”
“Suit yourself. I’ll get you when dinner’s ready.” Before he could respond, I disappeared to the office. The ideas I had for both rooms next to mine were running rampant.
Ionus, can you ask the contractor to call me. I have some work for him.
Hate sex damage the drywall already?
I could feel my brothers laughing.I wish. I want to convert the two bedrooms next to mine.
At one point I had his number, no clue what happened to it. A few seconds later, a text came through.
Ionus: This time, save Donovan’s number.
Ah, I knew he had a name.
Me: Thanks.
Ionus: Here, you’re gonna need Jacob’s as well for the nursery furniture.
There was so much to remember and do. Ugh, I needed a secretary just to sort my life out.
Me: Thanks.
We’re here for you, brother, but I gotta admit, this shit is funny. No one deserves a snarky mate more than you.
