Fane chuckled at her grumpiness and found it rather endearing.
“So I take it you are not a morning person?” he asked her.
“I’m not a person until after noon, so make a note to yourself to keep your thoughts out of mine til then.”
“Duly noted. I will not seek you out until one minute after twelve,” Fane said jokingly.
“Aren’t you just so clever?” she retorted.
Fane wondered what she looked like in the morning, hair all a mess, rumpled clothes. He imagined she was adorable.
“I would rather you not see me first thing out of bed, nor imagine what I look like. I assure you, ‘adorable’ would not be the description you choose,” Jacquelyn told him.
“I believe how I see you is not really up to you, my Luna,” Fane said gently.
“What exactly does loona mean?” she asked him.
“I will tell you soon but not today. Rest assured it is a high honor to be called that,” Fane said. “I was planning on picking you up at five thirty. Is that too early?” he asked her. He hoped not because Fane would actually go pick her up now if he could. He so desperately wanted to spend time with her and get to know her. He wanted her to know him and he hoped that she liked what she learned. He wanted to be worthy of her because she brought him balance and control and love. Fane was careful not to let those thoughts be open to her.
“Five thirty is good. Are you going to tell me what we are doing?” she asked him.
“I was thinking that golf game Americans play that has the all the different obstacles,” Fane answered.
Jacquelyn giggled at his description and Fane grinned, glad he could make her laugh, even if it was at his expense.
“You mean putt-putt. That sounds like fun. Are you going to be in my head anymore today?” she asked him.
Fane’s voice was very soft and intimate when he answered, “Do you want me to be in your head, Luna?”
Fane felt Jacquelyn respond to his voice. When she answered, even her thoughts sounded breathless. “I um, I don’t know.”
“I will take that as a yes and you can tell me to leave at anytime. Talk to you later, meu inimă,” Fane said to her sweetly.
“Bye,” was all Jacquelyn could manage to get out.
Chapter 15
“Hello, earth to Jacque,” Sally said as she snapped her fingers in front of her friend's face.
Finally Jacque turned her head to Sally, looking quite spacey and out of it and said, “I’m in trouble.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Jen asked her as she sat in the floor painting her toenails. She'd apparently found Jacques nail polish and, as always, helped herself.
“I was just talking to Fane and his voice got all sensual on me and it was like…”
Jacque didn’t know how to finish so Jen offered up, “Phone sex, virtual mind sex, I would say sex on a stick put that really only applies to Dove ice cream bars.”
“Jen, paint your toenails,” Sally ordered.
Jen stuck her tongue out , but obeyed.
“I could so fall hard for this tasty Romanian,” Jacque told them.
“There’s nothing wrong with that. Just make sure it’s not a rebound from the whole Trent thing,” Sally told her honestly.
“I hear what you’re saying, Tonto,” Jacque told her with a smile.
“So what’s the plan for the whole date thing?” Jen asked.