fighting Hellhounds and yelling directions and see if you don’t have a wee bit of indigestion.
Looking up at Tank, all I could do was shrug, blow out a long breath, and sigh, “Well, how was your day, Honey? Anything interesting happen? At least we know life will never be dull and boring. That’s something, right?”
Chapter Seven
“As a matter of fact…”
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than I remembered what Zelda had said and hurried to make sure he told me everything. It damned sure wouldn’t be good to start my happily ever after and forever with the man of my dreams with him thinking I was selfish.
“Oh, shit, Tank, I’m so sorry.” Patting his hand, I encouraged, “Tell me everything. Your auntie says we gotta do this together, and you know my side. So, let’s hear yours.”
Dropping a kiss on the top of my forehead, he reassured, "It's okay, Darlin'. You've had a lot goin' on in the last little bit." Raising back up to his lofty heights, his hand dropped to my back as he rubbed circles that warmed me all the way through. "Are you sure you're okay. You need me to get you anything?"
Smiling up at my hunka-hunka-prehistoric hottie, I couldn’t help but gush, “No, Sweetie, I’m good, I just need to hear what happened to you.”
With a wink and a grin, Tank started to explain, “So, I was minding my own business, trying to get some work done out at the Manor when the shit really hit the fan.”
"What happened?" I asked, getting more worried with every second that ticked by. Not only the change in his tone but the tension that shot from his hand into my back as soon as I was done speaking had me up on my feet faster than even I knew I could move. Something was wrong. Really, really wrong, and I was going to make it right, come Hell or high water.
Hands running all over my Mate's sexy body, what started out as me checking for bruises, bumps, and generally anything that might be hurting my hunka-hunka-prehistoric love, I ended up having to take a step back as my temperature spiked, and my inner sex goddess got up on her tippy toes, whooping, “Hell yeah, now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
Hoping to cover my sudden turned-on-ness (Yes, it's a word, 'cause I just made it up and I declare it to be so.) in a room full of Shifters who all possessed a super-sensitive sense of smell, I talked over the snickers of my no-good, good for nothing, pain in my tail feathers friends and asked, "Are you okay? Were you hurt? Whose ass do I need to kick? This shit will not stand. Nobody and I mean no-body tries to take a piece off my Mate."
Loving the twinkle in Tank’s eyes almost enough to swoon, I waved my free hand in a ‘hurry up’ motion as I encouraged him to answer the most important question by asking again, “Are you okay?” Then to be sure he got the point even though I knew he already did and was just messing with me, I used our Mate mental telepathy thingy and teased, “Don’t make me get all feathered on your ass and embarrass you in front of my friends and your sister. I've got a mean beak and a sharp set of claws and I know how to use them.”
“Sure enough, Chief. I'm damned sure lookin' forward to havin' those claws workin' their magic on me, if ya' know what I mean, Mrs. Clementine Sue Cooper Soon to Be Hyphenated With Thomas." Chuckling, my Mate made a show out of shaking his head and answering over my still-chuckling Flock, "No, ma'am, I'm good."
“So, what happened?” I asked, turning around and mouthing at a room full of snickering, giggling females that I used to call friends, “Stop. You’re embarrassing me.”
“Sure enough, Clem,” Edna laughed as loud as any Eagle Shifter anywhere had ever laughed out loud. “We’ll stop as soon as you do.” Slapping her leg and waving a salsa-covered chip at me, she added with a snicker, “As soon as the fun of watching you so deep in love you need a life preserver wears off, I promise, I’ll shut up and fly right.”
“I. Hate. You. All.”
“No, you don’t,” Max assured, pushing out of her chair belly first and waddling over to me. “You love us just like we love you.” Hugging me around the neck,