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“It is,” said Moose, “but one day, someone is going to want to know how we’re all so young, yet have children so old. It’s like time stood still on Belle Fleur for us yet also sped up for us.”
“We all know it is the magic of Mama Irene,” said U-Jin. “Even Koreans believe in magic, witches and magic, and other things. She is the most magical person I’ve ever known.”
“There’s no argument there,” said Rush. “Are we sure it’s magic? I mean, maybe she is a witch, or maybe she’s something else. An angel? Hell, she cooks like an angel.” Noa stared at them, smiling.
“Do we really want to know?”
CHAPTER TEN
With most of the rooms having two beds, some with three, there were more than enough for everyone on the team. When Wyatt and Ulani headed toward one of the rooms, her father stared at them for a moment, giving a look of death.
“Dad,” she started, smiling at her father. He held up his hands.
“Is this it?” he asked them both. “Promise me that this, you two, this is real, and this is it.”
“It’s it,” they said in unison, both laughing. Ethan nodded at them with a smirk.
“Then, goodnight.”
They watched as Ethan took the same room where HG was sleeping. It seemed appropriate, although it was somewhat worrying that they could talk about them all night long.
“I guess this is our room,” smiled Wyatt.
“Don’t look so worried,” said Ulani. “We’re both adults. We love one another.”
“Easy for you to say. Your father is a licensed killer.” Ulani laughed as they entered their bedroom.
“So is your father! Every man here is,” she grinned.
She took a seat in the overstuffed chintz chair near the window, watching the white foam of the waves come ashore in the black of night. She seemed pensive, deep in thought.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I was just surprised at how quickly Ezra was willing to fire me. I mean, I’ve been a good agent. I’ve had a higher solve rate than just about anyone else. Why fire me overmy family being here, not knowing if I called them, or if you called them? Or maybe that wasn’t it.”
“He was pissed about our family being here, period. He didn’t care who actually called us for help,” said Wyatt. “I’m not sure it had anything to do with you at all. I can see where he might think it looks like he can’t handle the case.”
“But it’s my work. The CID is understaffed, particularly for an area like San Diego, where there are thousands of men and women in service. It should matter to him,” she said. “It mattered to me.”
“Okay. Then we fight for you to keep your job,” he said, kneeling beside her. “We can make that happen.”
Ulani kissed him sweetly, placing her hands on his cheeks. She knew they could make it happen, but the question was, did she want to make it happen?
“I’ll think about it. I might be ready to just be Mrs. Wyatt O’Neal,” she smiled.
“That sounds damn perfect,” he moaned, opening her knees, kneeling between them. His big hands went up her shirt, and she moaned. Wyatt pulled back.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Uh, I’m just realizing that your father and my father took the room next to us.”
“Oh, shit,” she laughed. “They did. Well, I guess it’s a shower, quietly, and we actually sleep tonight.”
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Wy? We shower. Quietly.” He stared at her, then realization hit him.
“Yeah. I need a shower bad. Let’s go. In fact, I might need several showers.”
