“They’re yours!” she yelled back.
“This pleases me,” Frey muttered and I stopped wandering through the store shouting and looked up at him.
“What?”
He was looking toward the back room but at my question, his chin dipped down and his active, assessing and, indeed, pleased-looking brown-green eyes came to me.
“You have your mother’s grace, something I never noticed before. But you do not have her manner. She is refined but cold. You…” he looked to the back room then at me, “are not.”
I wasn’t certain but I thought that was nice.
“Thanks,” I whispered, kinda embarrassed.
He tugged me through the store, continuing to mutter, “You can teach this to our daughters, if we have them.”
Oh shit.
Another item for the grocery list: see if they had a condom section (though I held no high hopes for that). And another topic for discussion at dinner: birth control (though I held no high hopes for that either).
Shit.
Frey let my hand go and I started to pile stuff in my basket making a mental note of what we needed to get at the butcher and the baker.
Unfortunately while I did this, Frey felt talkative and with what he felt like talking about, I decided I preferred him taciturn.
“It is well-known your father, not having a son, did all the things with you that he would do with his son. He taught you archery, swordplay and you went hunting with him from when you were wee. Our daughters will not do these things.”
I clenched my teeth after his declaration, not wanting to think of “our daughters” which was something I hoped we didn’t create while I was on my adventure.
I grabbed a jug of golden syrup and decided to whisper, “Okay.”
“It is also well-known that he kept your mother and you close to his side during all his travels and business, by land and by sea. This, I will consider doing.”
I looked up at him and froze.
I did this because, first, my Dad in this world sounded a lot like my Dad in my world. He liked me close and he never went anywhere without Mom and, most of the time, me. I had tutors when I was young and I was only not with them when they died because we’d been around the world and back again so many times, they decided I needed to have some normalcy in my life and make some friends and they’d enrolled me in boarding school. Second, I did this because I was super happy he was already considering taking me with him.
“Really?” I whispered and his eyes moved over my face before locking on mine.
“I see this idea pleases you,” he noted.
I nodded.
“Good,” he muttered then looked to Maria who had walked into the shop from the back room.
I grinned at the nuts.
Then I looked up at him and asked, “Do you like pecans?”
Frey looked down at me and asked back, “What?”
“Pecans, nuts. I’m really good at pecan pie and I’m going to make one for us tonight. But if you don’t –”
He interrupted me. “I like pecans, Finnie.”
Boy, I liked it when he called me Finnie.
In fact, I liked that there were things to like about Frey Drakkar and I was noticing there were a number of things to like.