Page 43 of Seduced By the Mermen
I nod and remind myself to give Rodgers a raise. Because there’s not much Sterling can’t find.
Delmar holds a nicely arranged tray. “I’ll run this down.”
“I can take it.”
“I’ve got it. But you should clean up.” There’s not much to clean, but by the time I turn around, he’s out in the hall. “Don’t want to get Rodgers upset.”
There are only a few things to put away, but by the time I catch up to him, Delmar’s in the room and Zion’s standing in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. “What’s your plan?”
“I don’t know. Let her rest and send her home.”
“Or let her rest here more and give us more time with her.” Zion leans forward on his heels.
“I can’t lie to the female. Bruised knuckles and a moment of stress aren’t enough to need to convalesce for long.”
“But you could lie. She asked to stay,” Clark says.
“I couldn’t. And she didn’t ask to stay forever.”
Delmar steps out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He pivots between the lot of us and whispers, “So you know, I heard every word the four of you said.”
Zion’s block rings. “Poseidon. I have to run to the job site. I’ll be back.” He jogs to the elevator.
“Blair didn’t, though—she’s human,” Alexei whispers.
“Sure she is, but not even a deaf whale wouldn’t have picked up what the three of you were talking about.”
“Oh.” Alexei shifts on the balls of his feet.
“Oh is right,” Delmar says. “I’ll be back to hold vigil.” His lips turn up in a quirky smile.
“Poseidon,” I say at the three of them. “Speaking of him...” I pull my block out of my tunic, ignore the growing number of messages from work, and knock on the door.
“Come in,” Blair says.
“Hi, is your tea okay?” Her cup’s half empty already, so it must be.
“It’s delicious.” The cup clinks on the bedside tray when she puts it down.
“I’m glad.” I’m already making a plan to send her a crate load of it. As soon as I figure out what type it is. “Are you ready to contact your family?”
“Just about.”
“Okay.” My head bobs like an unsure first-year.
“There’s something I need to do first.”
“A nap?” I take her good hand to check her pulse again. Damn, I don’t need to. It’s just an excuse to touch her.
“No, not a nap.”
“Then what?”
“This.” Her fingers latch around my wrist, and she pulls my chest on top of her. Our faces are inches apart, her eyes so blue. Her lips are soft, and my brain fizzles as to why she doesn’t have to stay.
Chapter 18
Alexei
