Page 134 of The Hunt
“Business?” Megan asked.
“I told him no hugs until we took care of business first. You can’t send hug texts, Megan. He gets too excited.”
She started laughing.
“Business is done. Have fun, Fenris.”
The phone disconnected, and I gave Fenris a quick, panicked look.
“Not while I’m wet.”
He arched a brow, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.
My eyes went black in response.
“Cut it out.”
“I’m not the one talking about—”
I clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t,” I warned.
The mongrel had the audacity to lick my palm.
“Zero self-preservation,” I said, removing my hand and crossing my arms. “Unless we’re interested in running into Adira and waiting to see what additional trouble Eras and the mermaids can cause, I think we should leave.”
“Agreed.”
He tugged one of my arms away from my chest to hold my hand and led me from the pool room. People stared, and I couldn’t blame them. How many times had I squelched my way down these halls in recent weeks? Too many times to recall.
A few minutes later, we were in my car, a blanket once again protecting the seats.
“I really don’t want to go to the Quills’ for another pool change. Seeing us like this again would raise more questions than I want to answer. But, Mrs. Quill would be more than willing to let Adira know we’d like to talk if you want to get this girlfriend thing out in the open.”
“Girlfriend thing?” he echoed with an arched brow. “I have a better idea. Trust me?”
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have agreed to your proposal this morning.”
“You make agreeing to be my girlfriend sound indecent. I like it.”
I snorted and turned up the heat. I was so busy trying to warm my fingers that I didn’t notice where he was headed until it was too late.
“Absolutely not, Fenris,” I said when he turned onto the road that led north out of the town. The road that would ultimately take us to my parents.
“What happened to the trust?”
“It has nothing to do with trust and everything to do with self-preservation. My mom smelled you her first night in Uttira.”
“You mean that night at The Happy Table when she asked you if you were still a virgin?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You know what? Fine. Meet my mom. I hope she turns you into a drooler. You deserve it.”
“Ouch.”
I crossed my arms stubbornly, but my annoyance faded and panic bloomed the closer we drew to their house.
