“She is the epicenter of family drama,” Dave said. He blinked a few times, like he couldn’t quite understand who was here.
He released Lucifer and stepped back. “I would love a cool drink.”
“I have iced tea? Or homemade lemonade?”
“Soda too,” Lucifer added. I’d left that off, because if it was an illicit substance in Hell, I assumed it wouldn’t be a welcomed offering.
“Do you have any cherryade? It’s been years, but I indulge every now and then.”
“I do.” I jerked my head at Hudson, who was still staring. “Hudson, come and help me in the kitchen, please. Uncle, could you show our guest to the parlor?”
I grabbed Hudson’s hand and dragged him down the hallway and into the kitchen.
Hudson’s eyes lost a little of their glaze. “That’s?—”
“God, yes.”
“And He just said?—”
“That I’m his granddaughter.”
“And He hugged you.”
“Yes.”
“He’s—”
“A lot. Can you grab the emergency cookies from the top shelf, please?”
He moved as if on autopilot and plated a selection of flavors while I gathered some ice tea for myself, lemonade for Dave, and cherryade for the rest of them.
“What do we call Him?” Hudson asked as I moved to step out of the kitchen.
I tilted my head and pursed my lips. God seemed a little formal. Gramps, a little informal. Umm. Big G was probably not hip.
“Adon is fine,” a disembodied voice declared. Right. Sees all, hears all.
I hurried into the parlor, with Hudson trailing after me. I placed the tray of drinks down and took a seat on the sofa. Hudson joined me. Dave, Lucifer, and Adon had taken the armchairs.
“Thank you for the invitation to your belated Christmas celebration,” Adon said.
“You’re most welcome.”
He smiled. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come, but you can count on me for Thanksgiving this year. Easter gets a little busy.”
“Understandable.” On account of His son dying and being risen.
The White Furry Menace appeared and blinked at Adon. I expected her to make a run for it, but instead, she padded over and leapt onto his lap.
“My, aren’t you a beautiful thing,” He rumbled.
Bella kneaded His thighs with a deep purr and settled into her loaf of bread pose. What an absolute flirt. No one was safe—vampires, shifters, humans, angels, and now gods.
“So, my son tells me you are to be wed?”
I glanced at Hudson.Come on, big man, time to impress the in-laws.Hudson froze, and I sighed. “We haven’t set a firm date, but yes, soon. You are, of course, invited to that as soon as we decide on a date.”And have an actual proposal.
“That would be most welcome. I haven’t been to a good wedding in centuries.”
