“You had too many standards to begin with.”
I popped an eyebrow up. “Too many? Or none that pleased you?”
“Well, I did feel a little singled out. Redheads with the last name Farrow? We aren’t many . . .” His mind must’ve wandered to the other redhead in his family, because his gaze turned somber.
“You’ll see them again,” I said, threading my fingers through the hand resting on his abdomen.
He didn’t say anything for a while, then, “I can’t believe Karsyn tried to kill you.”
Felt like a million years ago. “Make sure to tell him you like me when we get back, so that he doesn’t try to recoup his dust through murder.”
His bicep flexed, curling around me as though to protect me from an invisible source of danger.
To dissolve the sudden dark cloud dangling over us, I said, “For someone who told everyone my blood was poisonous, you didn’t seem too frightened by it last night.”
A grunt rumbled through his chest. “Because my heart’s thankfully nowhere near my cock.”
I played with his fingers.
“My verylargecock.”
“You didnotjust say that.”
“I didn’t want you to forget.”
“Like I could. I think you might’ve destroyed me.”
“I tried my hardest.”
“Tell me that pun wasn’t planned.”
His answering brazen smile made me swat him.
“Ouch,” he whispered.
“Softie.”
He rolled over me, bracketing my head between both his forearms. “There is nothing soft about me.”
A grin threatened to cleave my cheeks in half.
“Amara!”
My smile warped off my face, and my eyelashes slammed against my browbone. I shoved Remo off and sat, and then I shot up to my feet, the pounding in my chest rivaling the one at the apex of my thighs.
I turned toward Remo. “You heard my mother’s voice too, right?”
“Remo!” This time, Faith.
Remo grabbed me around the waist and twirled me.
“We’re naked,” I whispered in horror.
“And saved.”
“But we’re naked, and our mothers are here,” I hissed, because . . . priorities. “Put me down.”
“Giya!” Nima called out.
