Broken Dove(92)

He lifted up to kiss my forehead and moved out from under the fur to leave the sleigh.

Okay.

What?

Right, well, he’d been way cool this morning, holding me and comforting me while I cried and freaked out. He’d also been solicitous as we left the inn, offering his arm, pulling me close when I took it and wrapping his hand over mine at his elbow, walking that way the whole way through the inn and out of it as he walked me to the sleigh. I made not a peep when I saw both the horses hitched to it and I still didn’t when he climbed into the sleigh with me.

We took off, and our wild-ass sex-a-thon, no sleep and my crying jag all crashed into me and I was out within fifteen minutes of our being on our way.

Now was now and he wasn’t being way cool.

He was being way sweet.

And affectionate.

Way affectionate.

He’d gone to the back of the sleigh and I watched him move to the front, feedbags for the horses in his hands and decided I better hop to it because he’d be back soon and expecting his sandwich.

So I bent to the corner of the sleigh where there was a basket from which Apollo had produced our lunch yesterday. As I did that, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

I looked over the side of the sleigh and saw a cute bunny with gray fur and a white tail hopping to the sleigh.

He was so adorable, I stopped and smiled.

He stopped, lifted up on his hind feet and made a bunch of noises.

He made a bunch of noises but in my head, I heard, “Lady, you have any lettuce?”

I went still and stared at the bunny.

He looked to the right then back at me and made more noises.

But in my head, I heard. “Lady, I asked, do you have any lettuce?”

“Is that bunny talking to me?” I breathed to no one.

Except, of course, the bunny.

He made more noises, a lot of them, but in my head I heard, “Of course I’m talking to you. Who else would I be talking to? Now, do you have any lettuce?”

“Oh my God,” I whispered then shot to my feet, turned and ran out of the sleigh, into the snow, passing Apollo who was coming back.

“Maddie, what’s amiss?” he called.

But I kept running, with difficulty seeing as the snow was halfway up my calves. Still, I kept doing it mainly because a freaking bunny was talking in my head.

“Madeleine!” Apollo shouted.

I kept on running.

Then I stopped because an arm flashed around my middle and I was yanked back into a hard body.

“Maddie, what did you see?” Apollo demanded to know, his mouth at my ear and he was dragging me back to the sleigh.

I didn’t want to go to the sleigh. The cute little bunny who could speak in my mind was at that sleigh.

So I pushed at his arm, struggling against his hold as he kept dragging me.