“Because that would suck, for me.”
“Finnie –”
“And I didn’t try to poison anyone so I don’t think I should be punished.”
His hand at my neck gave me another squeeze; I focused more closely on him and saw that his lips were tipped up.
“Are you finished?” he asked.
“Do you feel better?” I asked back.
“Yes,” Frey answered and I pressed closer to him.
“Then yes,” I said softly.
Finally, he smiled fully at me then one of his hands slid down to wrap around me while the other hand slid up into the back of my hair so he could turn my head and press my cheek against his chest.
And, at that point, I felt better.
Then I felt his chest expand and contract as he let out a big breath before he whispered, “Thank you, wife.”
With both my arms around him, I gave him a squeeze and whispered back, “Your welcome, husband.”
He held me close for several seconds, I returned the gesture then when his hold loosened slightly, I tipped my head back to see he was looking down at me.
“As you peruse my cabin, try not to move anything so I can’t find it.”
Weird. He so totally knew me.
I laughed softly and nodded. “Okay, I’ll try.”
He grinned at me before he dipped his head and touched his mouth to mine. Then he said quietly, “We need to be away.”
I stared in his beautiful eyes and nodded.
He held my stare a second then let me go.
He was almost at the door when I called his name; he turned and looked at me, waiting.
“What’s your ship called?” I asked.
“The Finnie,” he answered casually and I felt every inch of my body lock.
Then my jaw released so I could ask on a breath, “What?”
Without hesitation, Frey replied, “When I decided you’d be travelling with me, and you demonstrated much excitement for this eventuality, I changed the registers, had her name sanded away, her new one painted on and rechristened her The Finnie.”
Oh.
My.
God.
He did not do that.
I looked at my husband standing patiently but obviously wishing to be away as the realization washed through me that he did do that.
I was stunned, my entire body felt warm, my heart felt light and I knew that quicksand was closing in on my chin.