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Georgia placed a hand on his chest. Green eyes, bright and clear as spring leaves, watched him. “Hey, that was a long time ago. You’re the only man I want to kiss.”
“I’m not your first.”
“And I’m not your first, either.”
“I will be your last,” he vowed.
“Okay,” she breathed.
Then he kissed her, because it wasn’t their first or their last but simply one of a million brief moments that tied them together and that was reason enough to rejoice.
Chapter 19
Georgia
My mate,
Quil will try to convince you that Erection is a traditional family name, having to do with standing tall and with pride.
He lies. It is an elaborate ruse and I refuse to allow our kit to be named after a dick joke.
-Talen
Georgia slept late the next day, slept during the two-hour drive back home, and then took a nap in the drawing room. Climbing the stairs to her own room seemed an impossible feat and curling up on the fainting sofa was a much better idea.
“I don’t know why I’m so tired,” she said, pulling a quilt over herself.
“You are with kit,” Talen answered, because that was the correct answer. She wore herself out the last two days and paid the price today.
“Tomorrow, I’ll get back to work.” Just contemplating all the things on her plate exhausted her.
“You will sleep if you need to sleep.”
Snuggling down, she considered that a day off wasn’t a bad thing before she drifted off and woke in darkness. She slept the entire day away.
She folded the quilt and draped it over the back of the sofa, before wandering out. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting pools of pale light against the floor. Conversation drifted from the direction of the kitchen and she followed the sound.
White blossoms caught her eye and Georgia found herself pulled into the conservatory. Moonlight combined with round lanterns strung from the ceiling created patches of luminous greenery and deep shadows. The moon violets blossomed, their pristine petals turning toward the moon.
During the day, the cacophony of sight and scent overwhelmed the space. The color green and the lush floral aromas threatened to overpower her. At night, it was peaceful. Still.
“Hiding?”
Georgia raised a hand to acknowledge Quil. He joined her, standing at a respectful distance, and they admired the moon violets.
“Any luck?” she finally asked.
“Not in any of her usual haunts.” He looked tired; it had been a long two days with little sleep. “Though I did find a few debts she skipped out on.”
“Did you just return?”
“Still have dust on my boots.”
“Mud, more like.” She refused to worry about the state of the floor on her day off. Muddy floors would be there in the morning.
“I know you were not flirting,” Quil said.
“Good. I wasn’t. You were cheating, badly. I’m disturbed by the lack of quality.”
