other than clearly clueless about babies?â
A sharp, entirely irrational stab of denial plunged into his gut at the idea of her meeting Brennan. Beautiful Grace and Brennan of the unscarred face. âHe has no sense of humor. You wouldnât like him one bit,â he said firmly.
âOh, I donât know. So far I like all of you Atlanteans very much. Handy to have around in a pinch. Quinn saidââ She broke off and formed a perfect O with her lips, which gave Alexios a mental image that led to a very uncomfortable moment of tightness in his previously loosely fitting jeans.
He wrenched his gaze away from her luscious lips and forced himself to think of calm, non-sexy things. Turnips. Concrete. Greenhouse gases.
âI just made the connection. Quinnâs Riley?â
âWhat? Oh. Yes, Quinnâs sister, Riley. I am sure Quinn will be sad to have missed the birth.â
âThatâs too bad, but Jack did tell me she was goneââ She snapped her fingers. âJack. Right. Jack. The Fae.â
Alexios tried to follow the convoluted path of her conversation, but wasnât having much luck. âI beg your pardon? What about Jack and the Fae?â
âRhys na Garanwyn. The Fae. The meeting. Sorry,â she said, shaking her head. âRhys na Garanwyn, High Prince of the High House, Seelie Court, surprised me when I was swimming last night. He demanded a meeting with you exactly a week from last night.â
Alexiosâs lungs suddenly struggled to take in air. âWhy? Why did he come after you? Did he hurt you?â He grasped her arms and offered his precise opinion of skulking Fae lordlings in vivid, virulent Atlantean gutter slang.
âDid. He. Touch. You?â
She shook her head, eyebrows drawing together. âNo. He magicked my bow out of my car to show off that he could touch it, and he watched me get dressed, but he didnât touch me.â
His fingers tightened convulsively, images of the Fae drooling over her lovely nude body flashing through his mind. âYou were naked?â
âNo, I wasnât naked,â she snapped, yanking her arms out of his grip. âWhat is it with men and naked? Jack asked me the same thing, for Peteâs sake.â
Alexios clenched his fists around the hilts of his daggers and imagined himself slowly skinning a certain tiger. He sucked in a deep breath. âJack? Jack was here, too? Asking about your nakedness? And who is this Pete?â
Graceâs face contorted into a strange grimace, her lips flattening and then twitching, and finally she started to laugh. âThere is no Pete. And Jack is an old friend, nothing more, not that itâs any of your business. There was no nakedness. Sit down and relax, and Iâll tell you all about the Fae. And Pete.â
He scowled at her but subsided and leaned against the wall while she recounted the tale of her meeting with the Fae.
âThis Rhys na Garanwyn is very persistent, and in oddly connected circles of association,â he mused when sheâd concluded. âFirst Lucas, and then you. Both connected to me, in some way.â
She raised her chin. âNo. Not both connected to you. I have no connection with you other than this training assignment.â
He bit back the instant denial and studied her face. Heat swept through her cheeks in a rosy flush, and a tiny bud of contentment unfurled somewhere deep inside his chest.
He stepped on it. Hard.
She wasnât for him. Shouldnât be for him. No matter how much he wanted her. There were so many reasons why he should stay far, far away from her.
Heâd always hated reason.
He smiled and lifted a hand to touch her cheek with a single finger; was rewarded when she visibly fought herself to keep from reacting to his touch.
âWe need to talk about it,â he said. âThat kiss. My reasons for leaving, which I thought at the time were valid, but
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