Page 63 of Oohs, Ahhhs, and Orbs

“I would have found you anyway, little witch. I told you that.”

I laughed and threw my arms around his shoulders and pulled him into me for a long, slow kiss. When I pulled back, I looked into his smoky gray eyes. “I love you, Logan Storm.”

“I love you, too, Bridgette Storm.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Bridgette Storm?”

“Do you think I am going to have a mate and not bond with her in every way possible? You’re marrying me as soon as possible.”

“You’re getting married?!”

I sat up so fast that my head banged into Logan’s chin, making him grunt in pain. “Grandmother!” I gasped.

“Bridgette’s getting married? To whom?” My mother pushed past my grandmother and rushed into the room, coming to an abrupt stop once she caught sight of Logan in bed with me. “Oh, my. Goddess. There’s a man in your bed. Bridgette,” she tore her eyes away from my mate and stared at me with wide eyes a shade darker than my own. “Did you know there’s a man in your bed?”

I had to stifle a laugh while trying not to let the mortification swallow me whole at having the women in my bedroom, knowing I was naked under the covers. “Yes, Mother. I am aware.” I gestured around the room with one sweeping hand movement. “Grandmother, Mother, this is Logan. My fated mate.”

“And you’re getting married,” my mother repeated slowly as if her brain were stuck in a loop. “To a man.”

“Well, yeah,” I snickered, getting too much enjoyment from my usually poised and elegant mother being at a loss for words. “Umm,” I looked back at Logan, whose chest was shaking from the effort not to laugh at the situation. “Perhaps the two of you could wait for me in the living room. Or downstairs. Or maybe at your house?” I winced as I remembered I hadn’t been over to dust or water the plants in a while. “Maybe downstairs.”

Grandmother narrowed her eyes at me, perceptive as always. “We’ll be waiting in the next room. Then you can tell us what the emergency was.”

They were walking out the bedroom door, my mother turning her head to look back several times as if to convince herselfthat what she was seeing was really in front of her eyes. “It specifically said there was nothing wrong!” I called out, just to hear a huff come from my grandmother.

I turned to look at Logan and gave him a sheepish grin. “So, that was my mother and grandmother.”

He pulled me into his chest, and I took a brief moment to close my eyes and soak him in. “On a scale from one, to she’sgoing to turn me into a toad, how worried should I be?”

I laughed and pulled away. “She may look formidable, but that woman is a huge marshmallow inside. She’s going to love that you love me.”

He grunted as he pulled away to stand up. “Good.” Then he pulled me to my feet and smacked my ass. “Hurry up, woman. I have in-laws to impress.”

Rubbing my bottom, I glared over my shoulder but hurried into the closet. I grabbed a shirt and yoga pants, then ran to my dresser for a bra and panties. The last thing I wanted to do was go out there without panties. Then I remembered what we had been doing before they’d arrived and grimaced. Thank the Goddess they hadn’t been thirty minutes earlier.

I went into the bathroom to clean up, and after getting dressed, I ran the brush through my hair and brushed my teeth. Logan was sitting on the side of the bed in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, and I had an internal battle between pulling him back under the covers with me and facing the firing squad in my living room.

“We don’t have all day!” Grandmother called out, making me sigh in defeat.

“Come on, little witch. You defeated a big, bad murderer last night. How bad could it be seeing your grandma?”

I huffed and took his hand. “Just wait,” I grumbled.

My mother was in the kitchen making coffee when we emerged from the bedroom, and Grandmother didn’t waste asecond to start her interrogation. She had Mortimer in her lap, who likely had already told all kinds of tales, and was rubbing the top of Samantha’s head.

“Who is this lovely creature leaving hair all over your furniture?”

I walked over, and Samantha left Grandmother’s side to come to me, leaning heavily against me.“The lady is nice,”she said. I couldn’t help but think that she would say that about nearly anybody. I scratched behind her ears.

“She really is nice. If you look at her with those big puppy dog eyes of yours, she’ll probably give you treats.”

Samantha gasped in my head and started wagging her tail so hard her butt wiggled.“Really? Ilovetreats!”

My grandmother looked up sharply. “That’s your familiar.”

I nodded as I smoothed a hand across Samantha’s head. “Yes. She’s Logan’s dog, though. It was a happy coincidence.”

“I’m so happy for you, darling girl. I know you’ve wanted to find your familiar for so long,” she said with a loving gaze toward Samantha. Then her eyes sharpened as she looked back at me again. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

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