Each person who reached out to help one of the sick men that she worked on, or that they worked on with her, taught her something new. They were generous about imparting knowledge. That was the other thing: Not only did she have a family, she felt a part of something. Rubin had given her the GhostWalkers.
“Perhaps we can say it’s getting there. I love that it is, Rubin. I love that I have all of this. The house. Diego. The GhostWalkers. My ability to help others through healing. What really matters to me is you. Having you.”
She went to him because she didn’t want him to get up and she knew that he would. Rubin was always the gentleman—unless he was the ruthless predator. She stood between his thighs and framed his face with her hands, looking into his dark eyes. Her heart turned over. This man.
“Kiss me, Lightning Bug,” he murmured. “Right now. Kiss me. Sit on my lap and kiss me.”
His hands urged her to straddle him. It was easy enough. She was small, and her legs fit under the wooden arms of the rocking chair. She slid her arms around his neck and lifted her face to his. She’d give him anything. Kissing was like lighting the world on fire. An explosion. Their lips came together, soft at first, just a few touches, brushing gently to set off the butterflies, and then she opened her mouth to his. The electrical charges that swirled in her body, growing hotter and more aggressive, dragged at the vast amounts of power produced in him so they came together in a fiery collision.
Sparks rained down like fire all around them. Red and orange. Gold and white. The fireflies zipped like magical beings around both of them, lighting the darkening sky. But it was the fire spreading through her body, white hot and flowing like lava through her veins, that was all she could concentrate on.
Rubin’s arms pulled her into him, tightened around her, strong, the way he was, protective, just like him, his mouth devouring her, taking over, feeding the lightning even more fuel, more energy, so they both went up in flames. The porch glowed with red and orange, while gold and white wound around them in wild electrical currents.
“Oh, for the love of St. Peter. Knock it off you two before you burn down the house. Seriously, Rubin, if you don’t act in the least responsibly, I’m dumping both your asses in the river. Both of you.”
Jonquille couldn’t help it, she started giggling. She’d never giggled in her life. Rubin fished around for a gun. Or a knife. Any weapon at all.
“Do you not see that I’m busy?”
“I can see that you’re disturbing the wildlife and the natural order of things. You want to fool around with your woman, take her in the house so we don’t have some kind of nuclear explosion and I have to spend the next twelve months doing paperwork and thinking up lies to cover your asses. I like this house and mine, by the way, which would probably blow up as well if you two kept this up, so just don’t.”
“What makes you think you’d survive?” Rubin asked.
His voice was so dry that Jonquille pressed her forehead to his chest and laughed so hard her stomach hurt. He threaded his fingers through hers and pressed her hand to his thigh. She could see his answering laughter in his mind, but he kept his features expressionless as he faced his brother.
“I’m made up of the same DNA as you are,” Diego said. “You survive an explosion, I’m going to, and that means you’ll make me do the paperwork. You always bow out with some excuse, even if it’s your mess. And kissing Jonquille and lighting up the swamp is definitely your mess.”
“Is that true, Rubin?” Jonquille asked, unable to resist, kissing his chin. He had the most delicious stubble there. She nibbled at it. At him. He tasted … wonderful. Like love.
“Sadly, he speaks the truth. I do make him do the tedious paperwork. And if he isn’t around, you will have to be prepared to do it, because I won’t. As for the mess of kissing you …” He bunched her hair in one hand and pulled her head back, his dark eyes moving over her face.
Her heart nearly stood still at what she saw there. Stark, raw love. For her. She knew he saw the same mirrored right back at him. Then his mouth was on hers and lightning struck, white hot and perfect.
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