Page 21 of Mated in Flames

“I wouldn’t,” Warwick says, outraged. “I can be careful in a lab.”

“Just like you know how to milk a cow,” I remind him, deadpan.

“I do!” he protests. “I was just… distracted!”

I laugh and, after a moment, he joins in. This is nice, I can’t help but think. Even when I was with David, we barely had any time to sit down quietly like this and tease one another. This is peaceful and domestic, and I’m surprised at how good it feels.

The farm is a lot of pressure, far more than I had expected. And now I have the added worry of poachers, Hunters and Supernaturals arriving at some point, as well as two phoenix brothers, one that I’m drawn to like a magnet. Life is never simple, it seems.

“Well, if you really want to help out, helping with the farm work would be great, if I’m going to be spending time in the lab,” I say. I pause. “If you can handle it, that is.”

As Warwick splutters, I grin. Yes, life has become infinitely more complicated in a very short space of time.

But, somehow, I can’t bring myself to mind very much.

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