I turn to find Darcy pulling his pants on. “Really?”
Darcy narrows his eyes at Fox. “Yes, I planned to pay to replace your ruined things,” he agrees with a growl at Fox. “But I hadn’t mentioned that to anyone yet.”
Fox blinks at him with a blank face, slides his hand into Romily’s, and pulls him toward the door.
“The Foxilys take care of their own,” Romily calls over his shoulder before those two follow the path that Bellamy took out of the room, presumably to go find food.
I sit on the bed again, spreading my legs wide, and open my arms to Darcy.
His chains jingle as he comes to me, standing as close as possible. “You’re really going to replace my shit? You don’t have to. I don’t think I could pay you back, but my MawMaw likes to buy me things, and she’s probably going to insist on it when I tell her what happened, so if you really want to, I’d appreciate it if you split it with her. She tells me that buying me things is how she says she loves me.”
Darcy’s brown eyes soften, and he pecks a kiss to my lips. “Yer perfect, Peach. I told you before, but I gotta say it again: yer perfect.”
“A boy could get used to how you make him feel about himself,” I sigh, leaning in close to rest my head on his shoulder. He hugs me, and I hug his tiny little body back, wrapping my arms all the way around him until my hands are almost touching again. “Thank you.”
Darcy kisses my hair. “You’re gonna need a new place to live, and I was thinking mine has plenty of space.”
“Really?” That’s a really nice offer. “I’d be a solid roommate. I can’t do much in the way of cooking, but I keep my space tidy.”
“I have cleaners and a house manager.”
“I can’t afford to rent a place like that.”
“I’m not offering to split the mortgage, Peach. I own it outright and all I pay is taxes. I want you there for the pleasure of your company.”
I lift my head, fluttery happiness flitting around my chest at his offer. “Really?”
Darcy nods. “There’s only one small matter. The neighbors are truly annoying.”
Annoying for Darcy probably doesn’t equate to actually annoying. He seems like the type to not want to interact with his neighbors at all. “How about if I take over dealing with them?”
Darcy’s dark chuckle runs through me like a base line at a metal concert. “I’m sure they’ll be delighted.”
I grin, kiss him again, and push him toward the door. “Let’s get lunch before I get hangry.”
He holds my hand the entire walk to the tea room, where a few more people have joined us for lunch. Besides the Foxilys, four more exceedingly hot men are in attendance.
“Hello,” I greet them, holding out a hand to the blue one, who’s closest to me.
His long hair is blue, his gray eyes look like a winter sky, and he shakes my hand as Romily’s disembodied voice introduces him. “This is Tag, Fox’s elf father.”
“Nice to meet you,” I tell him, and he repeats the sentiment back to me.
A man who looks like a marvel superhero is next. “This is Fox’s human father, Bear.”
“I thought you’d be a Chris,” I admit, since he looks like any of the many Chris actors making movies.
Bear’s chiseled jaw drops. “Who have you been talking to? Did Annette put you up to this?”
Romily’s laughing rings out. “No one said anything to him.”
I shake my head. “Sorry, sir. No one told me anything, but I didn’t mean to offend. You just look like a Chris. I promise I’ll call you Bear.”
Bear makes a noise of disgust, points at Romily, and then stalks back to the chair he’s chosen for himself.
A large man with a dad-bod and Fabio hair offers me a hand next with a chuckle. “Don’t mind my husband. He’s been considering calling himself Chris when we change our names. I’m Amos, Fox’s demon father. It’s always nice to meet another Hellion.”
His hand is warm and firm, and he reminds me of a cinnamon bun for some reason. “It’s a pleasure.”
