Fisher (Prince of Tigers, #3) - Kathi S. Barton Page 0,33
happened so long as they’re not thieves or cutthroats. We, as a family, do what we can no matter what. Thank you for telling me that.” She nodded at him. “I’m thinking you’re confused. I don’t blame you none. I don’t. But you’re a good girl, and we’re mighty glad to have you as a part of our family.”
“Thank you. I think I’m mighty glad to be a part of this family too.” They both laughed, and Buck felt pretty good about the girl. She was a beautiful woman too. One that would keep his son on his toes, no doubt about that.
He was right proud of his boys when they showed up. Buck and Sara had wanted them to be boys they could let go in the world and not have them embarrass them any. When they met their new sister, each of them treated her with the respect she deserved and even managed to get her scent while they were at it. There wasn’t a better family around as far as he was concerned.
When they were set to sit down and have some food together, he nearly wept when they stood up until their momma sat down. He also knew as soon as dinner was over, each and every one of them would go into the kitchen and clean up without nary a thought to letting their momma do it. Yes, sir. Buck was right proud of his children.
Chapter 6
The house was much larger than he thought they’d need. With each room they went into, the more he thought Piper was overwhelmed. Coming from living in a camper for such a long time, being in this much room would make anyone feel lost. Finally, she turned to him.
“I’d like to go to the kitchen, please.” There was desperation there. Fisher thought even Peter could hear it. Nodding, he took her hand into his and moved toward the stairs. “It’s very beautiful, isn’t it? I mean, the house is like everything I’d ever dreamed of living in.”
Fisher could almost feel the relief from the faeries. They scattered then, taking flight to different rooms to no doubt decorate them to whatever they found in her mind. It was funny to him. He’d been living in an apartment for so long it had taken him a minute or two to get used to the size of the house. He couldn’t imagine how bad it was for Piper.
Once in the kitchen, she didn’t sit as he’d thought she would, but fussed around the kitchen, from making a cup of tea, which he knew she didn’t drink all that often, to looking in the cabinets then closing them up.
“This is really freaking me out.” Fisher told her he could see that. “I love this house. Everything about it. But the fact that it’s everything I thought of in a house is sort of like having someone in my mind all the time. Is that how they knew what I’d like?”
“Yes. They didn’t mean to be intrusive.” She said she knew that. “Good. I don’t know when they’ll start decorating the rooms—I’d say they’re doing it now—but they’ve gotten ideas straight from your head. Are you going to be all right with that?”
“So if I were to think of a pool in the back yard, I’d only have to go and look, and it would be there?” He nodded and got up to look out the window over the sink. Seeing the pool there, he sat back down. “I don’t want to look. I’m sure it’s there, but I’m not going to look. I love to swim. As a cat, do you hate the water?”
“No. I actually love swimming too. Even my cat enjoys it. Are you all right?” She told him she wasn’t sure. “Yes, I can see that. Just take a deep breath and tell me what you want to do about the faeries. They only have your best interest at heart. You know that, don’t you?”
“I do. And it’s so sweet that they want to please me like this. Are they going to change things around every time I have a different idea about a room?” Fisher laughed and told her he didn’t know for sure. “Yes, well, we might have to talk to someone in charge about that.”
“You do realize you’re in charge of them while they’re in the house, don’t you?” She just stared at him. “I’ve overwhelmed you again, haven’t I?”