The Flame Game (Magical Romantic Comedies #12) - R.J. Blain Page 0,30

I take my eyes off you. They’re not suffering from a lack of gifts. And anyway, my grandfather took care of the toy shopping, as he’s better at picking age-appropriate toys for gorgons, although ours are ahead of the curve in some ways.”

“But they need the basics. They need a bedroom, and they need clothes, and they need bookcases, and they need toys.”

“It’ll be fine. They’re going to share a room until they’re in their teens anyway. Sylvester will be wired to protect his sister until his sister picks her new hive. If we try to separate them, he won’t be able to sleep and will suffer from anxiety. I invaded my sisters until I was a teen because of those base instincts. Let’s just say my sisters were grateful when I moved out.”

“Are they aware you’re a gorgon-incubus doohickey?”

“Yes and no.”

“They’ve never seen you? As a gorgon-incubus doohickey?”

“They think I’m a shapeshifter who can become a gorgon, and as I did not want to be sacrificed to my sister’s gaggle of friends, my parents opted against telling them about the active incubus portion of my heritage. They know I have the genes just like they do, but I’m careful. What they don’t know about they can’t talk about.”

“And you didn’t want anyone knowing you’re a gorgon-incubus doohickey.”

“That cat is out of the bag now, though. All the cops know, so it’s a matter of time I’ll be fully exposed.”

“You can expose yourself to me whenever you want.”

My husband chuckled. “I’m still amazed you were able to keep your hands off me for so long.”

“It was horrible. I hated when you came to my work, but damn did I love watching you go. And then you went off with Mary on the worst shift of my entire career as a barista. Also the last day of my career as a barista. I don’t miss that job, but damn it, I want to know why nobody showed up for work.”

“I know. After the divorce, I kept getting some seriously mixed signals from you. I thought I was going mad. I’d go to your work, you’d play me cold, and when I’d leave, you’d go hot and…” Laughing, he shook his head. “You’re something else.”

“Hot and lusty and pissed off because I was hot and lusty and you hated me.”

“Yes, I hated you. Utterly hated you,” he replied in his most sarcastic tone.

“Do you know why Mary didn’t return to work? It’s been driving me crazy.”

“You didn’t ask her?”

“I haven’t spoken to her since I wrote a bitchy note I was quitting, and then I got bombed with gorgon dust, then you happened. I need to get another little yellow dress.”

I’d let him decide for himself what I meant by my statement.

“That dress won’t last ten minutes,” he warned.

The first little yellow dress hadn’t lasted much longer once the incubus part of his heritage had come out to play, although I hadn’t known then he was more than just a human with a high magic rating.

“I know. That’s the best part.” I laughed and rubbed my hands, eyeballing the presents on my lap. I picked up what could only be a lingerie box and tore into the paper. Chucking the lid onto Quinn’s lap, I plucked off the tissue to reveal a lacy bra and panty set. “Oh, look. Someone likes you, Sam.” I seized the bra and held it up, marveling how little there was of it. “Someone likes you a lot.”

“I obviously need to send that person a thank you card.”

I tossed the lingerie at him and checked the box, uncovering a card. I opened it to discover a gift certificate to an adult store. “Apparently, I’m being sent to a store for naughty things for our enjoyment. Do you think you can handle such an adventure, Mr. Samuel Quinn?”

“That box must be Tiffany’s doing, as she definitely knows your sizes, and she’d find the idea of either one of us trying to go into an adult store to be the best entertainment money can buy. As a matter of fact, I can handle such an adventure. I’m not supposed to use real handcuffs on my wife, although I tend to ignore that rule at my leisure.”

Whee. “It’s a date.” I placed the gift card onto the coffee table and tore into the rest of the presents, and it didn’t take me long to determine someone had blabbed to the world what my sizes were, as I wouldn’t need to

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