Page 30 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
So fucking loud.
At least the little bastards couldn’t escape. I shuddered again.
With a grimace, I headed toward the stairs, through the house, and outside.
I reached the truck in record time, strapped the filled cage inside the truck bed, and grabbed an empty trap.
“You okay? You looked a little pale when you came out of the house,” Miles said, staring at me.
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?” To my surprise, he stepped closer, took a glove off, and held his wrist up to my forehead as if feeling for a fever. It was so Miles, always caring about everyone around him, and lately, I’d noticed how much attention he paid to me. Like I was special to him—I hoped I was because he was certainly special to me.
He hummed and dropped his arm. “You don’t feel warm.” He stared into my eyes. “Are you feeling okay?”
I grimaced again, then sighed because I obviously needed to tell him what was going on. “I, um… I don’t like dwarves.”
He stared at me, blinked, then stared some more. “As in, you’re… scared of them?”
With a shrug, I reached into the truck for another empty trap. “Not exactly scared, just… they kind of give me the heebie-jeebies. I… don’t like them.”
For some reason, that made him grin at me. “Holy shit, you’re scared of dwarves.”
“Why is that making you grin so big?”
He snorted. “Because I thought I was the only one afraid of some harmless faeries.”
“At least mine are big enough to be an actual threat.”
“When in the hell have you ever heard of dwarves harming someone or being a threat?”
I pouted. “Never.”
He laughed and leaned in to press a soft kiss to my lips. It surprised me since we tended to have a strict no-PDA-at-work rule, but I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. I’d kiss him anytime, anywhere.
When he pulled back, he grinned at me and playfully ran his finger down my nose. “I’ll protect you, Mr. White Knight.”
I grinned. “I have no doubt.”
That made his little smirk turn into something more genuine, and he kissed me again before backing away and clearing his throat. “Sorry. I know we said we wouldn’t do that at work, but we’re hidden behind the truck, and I… couldn’t help myself.” The cutie turned bright red and wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“I’m happy to kiss you anytime you want, sugar butt.”
He snorted, shook his head, then grabbed two dwarf cages and headed back toward the basement door with me following behind him.
Before we walked in, he turned to me and said, “I can set them up myself so you don’t have to come in there again.”
Gah. So sweet. “I’m okay, but thanks.”
“You sure?”
I nodded, and Miles shoulder-bumped me as we carried four new traps inside, then we set them up and left the basement.
I went out to the truck to check on our faeries—we had two traps full of gremlins from a house on this same street in addition to the dwarves—then started the truck before walking over to the passenger seat.
I wasn’t sure why, but I never drove the truck. I didn’t think Miles would mind if I did; it just seemed to be something we’d fallen into lately. I didn’t mind either. It was kind of nice not having to navigate through all these neighborhoods, if I was being honest.
When Miles returned from speaking with the homeowner, he sent me a grateful smile as he buckled himself in. “They’re all okay back there?”
