Page 19 of Romancing His Heart
“What is it you write?” I ask, beyond curious at this point.
“Love stories,” Sylvie says automatically.
“Ah, yeah. Love stories,” Red repeats. “Sylvie, did you read the whole thing?”
“I did. I’m old, not dead.”
“Okay. Yup. Well, you two have a nice visit. I’m going to grab Loki more food and get a bag for all this glass.”
“Sit,” I order.
Red whips around and glares at me.
“Please, sit. Let’s call your sister and have her look at your foot.”
“And ask her about your shower?” Sloane shoots back.
Laughing, Sylvie shakes her head. “I don’t know how GG does it, but that woman should buy a lottery ticket.”
Chapter 6
Sloane
Emory was not impressed with the two stitches she had to put into my big toe, but seriously, it wasn’t that big of a deal.
“Don’t let her ask any questions, Loki. Stay away from her, Loki. She’s the devil, Lok—”
“I’m pretty sure no one ever said you were the devil,” Loki’s voice glides through the air.
“Jesus,” I scream, jumping back from my standing desk. “What the hell are you doing out here?” I demand. “You’re supposed to stay in bed—” All the fight leaves my body when I turn to find Loki leaning against the door frame in a fresh pair of red boxer briefs.
“Do you always wear boxer briefs?”
“Is this how the inappropriate questions start?”
“Ugh, whatever. I ask questions, so sue me.”
“Yes, I always wear boxer briefs. They … ah, keep everything secure.”
“Like a bra.”
“Um, yeah, I suppose.”
“Do you own any clothes?”
Loki taps his middle finger with his thumb’s tip, causing me to look at my own hands. Sure enough, mine are moving with his, so I place both hands in my back pockets.
He smiles at me, and my heart beats in time with the song playing on the lone Airpod still in my ear.
“Preston is bringing me some clothes. I guess mine are all in storage.”
“That’s too bad.”
Loki tilts his head while he observes me like an animal at the zoo. “It’s too bad that Preston is bringing me clothes?” He grins, and if I were sitting, I’d definitely be squeezing my thighs together.
“Uh-huh.” Apparently, I speak stupid in the presence of hotter than sin. “No, I mean, it’s good. It’s good that he’s bringing you some clothes. We can’t both walk around here naked.”
“You walk around naked, too?”
