“You faced bad things to make certain that didn’t happen,” Skylar kept going.
“Yes,” I said softly.
He bit his lip. Then he whispered quickly, “Thanks,” and before I could say a word, he dashed out of the room.
I stared at the door after he’d gone. Then I put the ribbon in my book, closed it and set it on the table before I bent my neck, lifted both hands to my face and pressed my fingertips into my forehead.
“Finnie?” Frey called and I dropped my hands and looked to the door to see my husband striding toward me. “Gods, love, what on –?”
“I want,” I started, my voice trembling, “you to take,” I paused in order to gain control, “me to that woman,” I paused again to suck in a breath, “so I can tear her f**king hair out at the roots.”
Frey had made it to me and stood by the chair looking down at me.
“What woman?” he asked quietly.
“Skylar’s mother,” I hissed.
He studied me for a moment then I found myself plucked out of the chair only to be settled in his lap when he sat in it.
His arms wrapped around me as I tipped my head to look at him and put my hands on his chest.
“I’m being very serious, Frey,” I whispered.
“I know you are, wee one,” Frey whispered back, watching me closely and one of his hands started stroking my back.
“He just opened up to me,” I informed him.
“I guessed that,” Frey muttered, still watching me.
“I’m angry,” I announced.
“I guessed that too,” Frey replied.
I glared at him then suddenly my eyes filled with stupid, stupid tears and about a nanosecond later my face was in Frey’s neck because he tucked it there and his arms were tight around me.
“I… I don’t like kah, kah… crying,” I cried into his neck.
I heard his sigh and felt his chest rise and fall with it before he murmured, “My wee Finnie has had a trying day.”
He had that right.
I pulled in a deep, shuddering breath that fortunately controlled my tears but I didn’t move my face from his neck. Instead, I lay cradled in Frey’s lap, held in his arms and I let his strength envelope me.
When I had myself together, I informed him, “Baldur, by the way, is a jerk,”
“This I know,” Frey muttered.
I pulled in another breath then lifted my hand to wipe my face and pulled up to look at him.
“Sorry,” I whispered and Frey grinned.
Then he said softly, “I prefer your smiles and laughter, wife, but there are far worse things than your tears wetting my skin.”
I stared at his handsome, bearded face thinking, God, I really, freaking love this man.
Then I smiled at him, slid a hand up to curl around his neck, leaned in close and decided a change of subject was in order therefore I asked, “Any chance you’ll tell me why Kell was all fired up not to let Baldur’s men board your ship?”
Frey’s lips twitched and he hesitated only a moment before he answered, “While we were rescuing the sorceress Circe, some of the men might have nicked a few things that it’s highly likely were important enough for some to notice are missing and want them back badly and some of those things might still be aboard The Finnie.”