Shit.
“I think he eats everything, Mom.”
“Great! I’ll get inspired. Promise. Later!”
Then, again she was gone.
I beeped the off button again.
Oh crap, did I just allow my mother to order me and my other world man (who I hated) to dinner?
Shit!
Then I set about calling my friends. None of them picked up. I didn’t think this was a good sign.
I left hesitant, “I really need to talk to you, something’s happened,” voicemail messages and hoped.
After that, I took the trash out to the dumpster, ran by the corner store to get staples and came back only to see Tor standing in my living room wearing a very well-tailored suit and looking around at the newly cleaned apartment.
What? Was he trying on clothes?
He turned and gave me a huge smile.
“Baby,” he growled, walked straight up to me, hauled me into his arms and laid a wet one on me.
And I knew instantly it was not Tor because whoever the hell this guy was, he kissed weird.
Which meant my body turned to stone.
He lifted his head and looked down at me.
Yep, not Tor. I hadn’t noticed it but he didn’t have a scar.
“Hey, princess, what’s goin’ on?” His eyes travelled down to my chest then shot up to my face. “And what’s with that ratty-assed sweatshirt?”
Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap!
Cora had found this world’s Tor! Why? How? Why?
“Uh… Tor?” I asked.
“What?” he asked back.
“Tor?” I tried again.
“What the f**k you talkin’ about, babe?”
Oh shit.
“Noctorno?” I tried yet again.
“That’s me, Cory, Noc, your man. What the f**k? You okay?”
He called himself Noc?
Oh boy.
“Uh...”