Murder Mittens (Magical Romantic Comedies #13) - R.J. Blain Page 0,88

suit.”

“I had noticed you had it cleaned our last day at the spa, and it’s such a nice suit. I’m dressing you for my enjoyment. Also, you’re just as good in a pair of jeans, and I don’t want to murder my family for beholding your complete majesty. They can see you in jeans another time.”

“Do I have enough time for a shower?”

“If you hurry up. Don’t leave me waiting long, Mr. Mane.”

“If you join me in the shower, you won’t have to wait at all.”

I checked the time, decided we had plenty of time before checking out, and hopped into the bathroom, shedding clothes as I went. “I’m only doing this because it was a little rude of me to dump you out of bed this morning.”

“Sure, Wells. Whatever you say.”

In hindsight, I shouldn’t have warned my father I was coming over to drop off his truck and steal some other vehicle so I could head off to yet another spa. A meeting of the itty bitty kitty committee was in session, and judging from the cars, every member of my family had come. One vehicle, a car from the general looks of it, was hidden beneath a layer of sparkly red wrapping paper with a white bow.

I parked my daddy’s truck at the end of the line, grateful we’d dropped everything off at Sebastian’s home, which was located a short distance outside of Fargo.

I’d done a quick investigation of the whole place, and according to my sniff tests, he’d lived in the place long enough for his scent to permeate everything but not long enough for him to have fully settled into it.

“It looks like the entire clan has turned out to see what my father thinks is a decent vehicle for me. That is the only reason there’d be a wrapped car parked in the driveway. Not only is it parked in the driveway, it’s parked in the prime spot in the driveway.”

“The prime spot in the driveway is completely blocked in by at least twenty vehicles, Harri.”

“We’ve made moving cars into an art. That part of the driveway is paved, it doesn’t flood when it rains, it doesn’t get mud all over the car when you put it there, and it’s just prime driveway real estate.” I killed the engine, grabbed my purse, and snatched my overnight bag, which had three changes of clothes and the bare necessities. My laptop bag held my new computer and electronic toys, and it went over my shoulder, too.

I carried the prized cheese box, which would soon be emptied of cheese and sausage if I had my way in Chicago.

“They really bought you a car?”

“Well, Daddy saw my junker and got real upset about it, and I foolishly gave him everything he needed to dispose of my junker while taking the keys to his new truck…”

“Your uncle needs to be educated about moderation.”

“I’m still scared to open the other boxes.” At Sebastian’s insistence, the other boxes were in his bag so I wouldn’t try to dodge opening them. “They might be more excessive than the watch.”

“We can run away if you’re not comfortable with this.”

I shot him a glare. “I can handle this.”

“You can handle them giving you a car without trying to dodge it, telling them it’s too much, or trying to convince them you’re not worth what they’ve spent?”

The challenge in his voice ensured I would do my best to cope with any gifts given to me. “I absolutely can.”

Sebastian smirked at me. “Okay. Let’s see this in action, shall we?”

“You’re completely and totally ruthless.”

“I’m a lion. I live to win.”

“You’re stuck with me, Sumners. You have lost this game.”

“Won.”

“Definitely lost.”

“No, I definitely won. This morning, my lynx dumped me out of bed and showered with me. Then I got to feed you at a buffet. It was a slaughter. It’s also the first time I’ve ever made buffet runs for someone else and liked it. The things you’ll do for good barbecue chicken gives me ideas.”

Damned buffets. “We both won at that buffet. It’s not too far from Fargo, too. We could make a point of going now and then.”

“We could make it a weekly tradition.”

“Will our wallets survive that?”

“I’m pretty sure our wallets will survive.”

“Does putting up with you for the rest of my life mean I can quit my customer service job? I don’t want to go back to dealing with Code Red 1D10Ts, Sebastian.”

“You don’t have to deal with Code Red 1D10Ts again if

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