he said in a tone laced with amusement. “Are you sleepy?”
“Not at all.” I grabbed his hand and marched him toward our foundation. I wanted to try out the position I’d seen in his mind. “Are you sleepy?”
“Nope. I could stay up all night with the right incentive.”
“Pretty sure I know what the right incentive might be,” I said.
His laugh filled me up. I craved it.
“I’m positive you do.”
Chapter Twenty
“Go home and get your clothes and some other stuff,” I said as we pulled up in front of my farmhouse. “I’ll be fine.”
“Is that Heather’s car?” Gideon asked, scanning the driveway.
“Yep, it’s a rental since I totaled her other one,” I replied.
It was dark out now. The stars were small glittering dots in the distance and the moon hung low in the sky illuminating the yard with a warm yellow glow.
“I’m surprised she’s still here,” Gideon said.
“Me too. We’ve been gone for five hours,” I said with a wide and very satisfied smile on my lips. “I don’t think it would have taken Heather five hours to straighten up and take Donna and Karen out to do their business. My guess is she stayed to talk or fell asleep on the couch.”
Gideon’s smile was as wide as mine. The position I’d seen in his mind had been even better in practice. I’d be searching his thoughts for more of those kind of things…
“It should only take me a half hour.” He checked his watch then kissed my nose. “How about popcorn and a movie when I get back?”
“Perfect,” I said.
Tomorrow would get here soon enough. Plans for finding Clarissa and getting my mother’s soul back would be made in the morning with people who had far more experience than I did with the Immortal world. Tonight was mine and Gideon’s… and Gram’s and Steve’s… and the squatters and Heather’s, if they were up for a movie.
“Do you like Happy Gilmore?”
“I don’t know him,” Gideon replied. “Is he a friend?”
I laughed. “Nope. It’s a movie. It’s a hot mess and it’s hilarious. Gram loves it because her boyfriend Bob Barker is in it. I promised to watch it with her. Do you mind?”
“Not a bit,” Gideon said. “Sounds excellent.”
“If your expectations aren’t too high and you think poop jokes are funny, then excellent fits,” I told him.
Gideon shrugged. “As long as I can sit next to you on the couch, I stand by my statement.”
“You’re going to have to fight off Donna and Karen for the honor,” I told him as I got out of the car.
“Those girls love me,” he said as he slowly pulled away. “Not a problem. Be back soon, and I like extra butter on my popcorn.”
“Got it,” I said with a laugh. “Go so you can come back. Donna, Karen and I will be waiting.”
My fur babies did love him. They had very good taste.
“Crap,” I muttered as I pulled the handwritten note off the front door and read it.
Rental car wouldn’t start.
Transported home.
Dogs did their business. Twice.
Living room is clean and I ran the dishwasher.
Will pick up car tomorrow.
xoxo Heather… your sister (I’m still digesting that one LOL)
I considered calling Gideon and asking him to turn the car around and come back but decided against it. He’d be back in a half an hour. Besides, I’d just demolished a house for the love of everything unreal. I’d be fine on my own for a freaking half hour.
Fishing my keys out of my purse, I grinned when I thought about the past several hours at our house. In between orgasms—his and mine—we’d discussed the kinds of houses we liked. Neither of us wanted anything fussy or traditional. Open floor plans, lots of natural light and wood, a gourmet kitchen—for him, since he was the far better chef—along with a really big master bed were at the top of our list.
The idea of customizing something specifically for us from the foundation up excited me. Creating a home from scratch with Gideon would be a first. I’d never done anything like it. Steve and I had fixed up the farmhouse, but we hadn’t built it. Although, I wasn’t sure I was ready to sell the farmhouse. Maybe, I’d rent it out or turn it into a bed and breakfast.
Entering the house, I froze as a feeling of foreboding took hold of me. I flipped on the light switch and glanced around in horror.
The couches were slashed and stuffing was strewn everywhere. Pictures and paintings had been ripped from