heard my thought he took them off and let us see his chartreuse eyes. They were more green than gold because of the shirt he was wearing, but you could still see the yellow in them like sunlight shining through some jungle canopy. They were leopard eyes trapped in his human face; he’d had brown eyes in human form once, but that was before I met him. To me, Micah’s eyes were always this amazing color, in whatever form he took, human or leopard.
“Well, don’t you look pretty as a picture,” he said, his voice full of that happiness that showed in his face.
“Join us and it will be prettier,” I said.
He shook his head but kept walking toward us. “A man’s got to know his limitations, and since I’m third prettiest in the room, I won’t add to the beauty factor.”
I frowned. “You are beautiful,” I said.
“You are beautiful in your own right, mon ami.”
He grinned, standing just at the edge of the couch looking down at us. “I know I’m attractive, I’ll give you pretty, though when I was younger I hated being told I was pretty.”
“Not manly enough,” I said, and held my hand out to him.
He took my hand but didn’t sit down. “No, maybe if I’d been taller it wouldn’t have bothered me as much. It certainly doesn’t bother Jean-Claude.”
“Oh, mon chat, when I was your age men wore elaborate wigs and clothes more elaborate than women’s fashion today. A pretty man was prized, and if he could ride, hunt, and use a sword, then he was the height of everything that was best in a man.”
“I can’t imagine a world where I didn’t get grief for looking the way I do as a man.”
“It was a man who taught me how to wear high heels, because that’s what noblemen wore.”
“Nice.”
I pulled on Micah’s hand. “Cuddle with us.”
He grinned and shook his head. “If I cuddle with you wearing that I’ll get distracted, and we need to talk.”
My smile faded around the edges. “That sounds ominous.”
Jean-Claude held me a little tighter. “In all the centuries I have been alive, no conversation that began with the equivalent of ‘we need to talk’ has ever gone well.”
“I don’t mean it like that, but I’ve been trying to talk to just the two of you for a few days now and the scheduling hasn’t worked out. I know Anita has to be on the road in a little less than forty-five minutes, and Jean-Claude has at least two hours before he can leave the building safely for Guilty Pleasures.”
“You checked our schedules,” I said.
“I know your schedules, or at least Jean-Claude’s. Yours is too flexible to memorize.”
“Okay, sit down and talk instead of cuddle.”
He gave me a look that took in every inch of me in the nice bra and panties. “I’ll try, but you in more clothes might help me focus on talking.”
I blushed and hated it.
He grinned and leaned down to lay a careful kiss on my mouth. “I love that you still blush.”
I frowned at him. “Well, I don’t.”
“It is very endearing,” Jean-Claude said.
“Don’t you start.”
“What is it you need to speak about?” he said, looking up at Micah.
Micah sat down on the couch, holding my hand, but perching on the edge of the couch as if touching me at all would make him forget what he wanted to say. “You know that I don’t have a problem with Jean-Claude and you getting married. You can only legally wed one person and that’s got to be our master, which is him.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“You have been most gracious,” Jean-Claude said.
“You know that Nathaniel and I have been talking about having a handfasting ceremony with Anita for the three of us.”
Jean-Claude nodded.
“We’ve been talking about getting rings to go on the right-hand ring finger for our threesome.”
“I wish you better luck getting her to approve designs than I am having.”
“You want such elaborate rings, Jean-Claude. Either they won’t fly at my work, or they’re just so expensive the thought of wearing them every day makes me nervous. It’s like wearing Fort Knox on my hand.”
“We do have different tastes in this area.”
“We’re going for something simpler,” Micah said.
Jean-Claude looked at me. “Are you saying your taste matches theirs more than mine?”
“You know it does,” I said.
He sighed and settled back on the couch a little more, which seemed a little less cuddling to me.
“Are you upset?” I asked.
Some thought passed over his face too fast or too