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“You are very welcome.” She shimmered away, and I prepared the roast, slicing potatoes and carrots into the slow cooker. I added the meat and the spices, put the lid on, and cleaned my mess.
Jules would be here in an hour, and I wanted a shower.
I did move the SUV into the first bay closest to the door and was glad to see a carseat in the back. So many little things! I had no idea about raising cubs.
We just need the mate, now,Yael thought.
We do,I agreed.
Zander is cute.
I laughed as I stripped down.He is. I need to clean the closet and wash clothes.
Killy.
I hear you.
Good.
Chapter five
Killian
The gong sounded all over the house, and I hurried across the pool room, pleased and worried about the glass roof. It was a warm seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit in here, which was perfect.
I opened the front door, and a harried-looking young woman stood there holding a little boy’s hand. They backed up when I opened the glass door, and she raised her eyebrows. “I’m Maisy, and this is Jules. Axl told me to bring him to this address?”
“Come in,” I smiled. “I’m his Uncle Killy. You’ve come to the right place.”
I squatted down, and Jules smiled softly. His gaze flamed, and his lion, Hendrix, explained that his granpa came to see him and fed him one drop of blood so that he would know his new papa. I held a hand out, and he stepped forward, letting Maisy’s hand go.
Maisy, however, turned around and returned to the black SUV she’d arrived in like a marionette.
“She’s not staying, huh?” I asked, eyeing the bags left on the porch.
“No,” Jules sighed. “Granpa didn’t like her.”
“Ah. Well, then. Are these your things?”
“Yes. Gramma brought them.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You met Cressida?”
Jules grinned and nodded. “She said there was a pool, and you’d take me swimming and feed me when I was hungry. Maisy scheduled food.”
Well, he didn’t talk like he was two. “Come on. Let me get the bags now.”
I grabbed those, and Jules waited for me, not running off.
“Gramma said I was a Flèche, like her.”
“Did she?” I asked, closing and locking the door again, setting the alarm.
“Yes. Granpa could touch me. He was happy about that. He burns things.”
“He does,” I nodded. “Are you hungry now?”
“I am. We didn’t stop on the way here except when I hadda go potty.”
