around my waist.
My shrieks filled the air as Logan lifted me and spun around several times. When he stopped to put me down, he stepped back. I turned and swayed toward him like a drunk. “No fair, now I’m all dizzy.”
“Yeah.” He shook his head. “Little dizzy myself.”
“And I’m cold.”
“Aw, poor baby.”
“You’re mocking me. That’s not nice.” Equilibrium restored, I bent and scooped up some snow to pack.
Logan followed suit. We began circling each other, and he said, “My arms are longer.”
“Yeah? I can teleport.” I did, rising on my tiptoes to smash my snowball on top of his head. He whirled, throwing one arm around me, and shoved his handful of snow down the back of my coat.
“Holy crap, that’s cold.” I did my best to knock him over, trying to escape the freezing clumps sliding down my back.
Laughing, he leaned back to shake snow from his hair. His other arm settled around me. “Bet you’re really cold now.”
“You jerk. Some of that made it all the way down.” I wiggled, unable to hold still as icy water made a line down my panties and jeans. “Oh, my God. That is way too cold.”
“You did try to freeze my brain.” The tip of his nose brushed mine. I could see the gold flecks scattered in the dark pine green of his irises. “I say we’re even.”
He didn’t seem interested in letting go, and I’d stopped wiggling. “Not yet.”
“Oh?”
I grinned, and shoved snow I’d gathered with telekinesis down the back of his jacket. Logan’s eyes went wide before he closed them, grimacing. “Okay, it’s on, woman.”
“Aw, poor baby. Are you cold?”
He opened his eyes, looked at me, and proceeded to wipe my grin away with his lips. His weren’t cold, and suddenly, I wasn’t cold anymore either.
“Ooh, Cordi and Logan, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”
Logan pulled back. “I think I’ll go kill Dane now.”
“Uh, okay.” I had hold of his jacket.
“Or it could wait a few minutes,” he decided before his lips met mine again. I slid my hand up his chest and around the back of his neck. He purred, and I nearly melted.
“Guys. Oh, come on,” Dane said. “Break it up or get a room.”
I giggled, and Logan smiled, both breaking our lip lock. He rested his forehead against mine. “That was pushy of me.”
“I was pushy back. We’re even.”
“I like even.”
“Me too.” I was also enjoying gazing into his eyes, but shivered. “Brr, for reals.”
“I can kill Dane later. Let’s go.” He released me, but held out his hand after stepping back. I grabbed it as he asked, “Do you think Sunny has anything hot to drink?”
“Y ou crazy kids.” Mom shoved mugs of hot, spiced cider into our hands. “Drink and warm your insides.”
“I was going to help with dinner.”
She tousled my chilly, damp hair. “There’s a pot roast in the slow cooker, and it’s almost ready. Plenty for everyone.”
We cheered her, and Mom retreated to the kitchen with a laugh.
Not long after that, we were seated in the kitchen and busy stuffing our faces. Playing in the cold and snow had definitely worked up my appetite. Mr. Whitehaven called as I neared the bottom of my second bowl.
“Would I be correct in thinking you have no objection to accepting another case for Prince Thorandryll?”
“You would. He’s sort of involved in the Aguerra case, and two paying clients is better than one, right?” I knew the boss wouldn’t give Prince Snooty Pants a discount. The elf hadn’t been truthful with him either, during the first case we’d worked for him.
Mr. Whitehaven vented one of his deep chuckles. “Yes, indeed. However, there’s one detail I need to clarify with you. The prince’s impression that Logan is your bodyguard persists, and I didn’t disabuse him of it. Will Logan be assisting you two on the prince’s case?”
“Is it a problem if he does?”
“No, I simply need to know to properly bill the prince, and assure adequate
My shrieks filled the air as Logan lifted me and spun around several times. When he stopped to put me down, he stepped back. I turned and swayed toward him like a drunk. “No fair, now I’m all dizzy.”
“Yeah.” He shook his head. “Little dizzy myself.”
“And I’m cold.”
“Aw, poor baby.”
“You’re mocking me. That’s not nice.” Equilibrium restored, I bent and scooped up some snow to pack.
Logan followed suit. We began circling each other, and he said, “My arms are longer.”
“Yeah? I can teleport.” I did, rising on my tiptoes to smash my snowball on top of his head. He whirled, throwing one arm around me, and shoved his handful of snow down the back of my coat.
“Holy crap, that’s cold.” I did my best to knock him over, trying to escape the freezing clumps sliding down my back.
Laughing, he leaned back to shake snow from his hair. His other arm settled around me. “Bet you’re really cold now.”
“You jerk. Some of that made it all the way down.” I wiggled, unable to hold still as icy water made a line down my panties and jeans. “Oh, my God. That is way too cold.”
“You did try to freeze my brain.” The tip of his nose brushed mine. I could see the gold flecks scattered in the dark pine green of his irises. “I say we’re even.”
He didn’t seem interested in letting go, and I’d stopped wiggling. “Not yet.”
“Oh?”
I grinned, and shoved snow I’d gathered with telekinesis down the back of his jacket. Logan’s eyes went wide before he closed them, grimacing. “Okay, it’s on, woman.”
“Aw, poor baby. Are you cold?”
He opened his eyes, looked at me, and proceeded to wipe my grin away with his lips. His weren’t cold, and suddenly, I wasn’t cold anymore either.
“Ooh, Cordi and Logan, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”
Logan pulled back. “I think I’ll go kill Dane now.”
“Uh, okay.” I had hold of his jacket.
“Or it could wait a few minutes,” he decided before his lips met mine again. I slid my hand up his chest and around the back of his neck. He purred, and I nearly melted.
“Guys. Oh, come on,” Dane said. “Break it up or get a room.”
I giggled, and Logan smiled, both breaking our lip lock. He rested his forehead against mine. “That was pushy of me.”
“I was pushy back. We’re even.”
“I like even.”
“Me too.” I was also enjoying gazing into his eyes, but shivered. “Brr, for reals.”
“I can kill Dane later. Let’s go.” He released me, but held out his hand after stepping back. I grabbed it as he asked, “Do you think Sunny has anything hot to drink?”
“Y ou crazy kids.” Mom shoved mugs of hot, spiced cider into our hands. “Drink and warm your insides.”
“I was going to help with dinner.”
She tousled my chilly, damp hair. “There’s a pot roast in the slow cooker, and it’s almost ready. Plenty for everyone.”
We cheered her, and Mom retreated to the kitchen with a laugh.
Not long after that, we were seated in the kitchen and busy stuffing our faces. Playing in the cold and snow had definitely worked up my appetite. Mr. Whitehaven called as I neared the bottom of my second bowl.
“Would I be correct in thinking you have no objection to accepting another case for Prince Thorandryll?”
“You would. He’s sort of involved in the Aguerra case, and two paying clients is better than one, right?” I knew the boss wouldn’t give Prince Snooty Pants a discount. The elf hadn’t been truthful with him either, during the first case we’d worked for him.
Mr. Whitehaven vented one of his deep chuckles. “Yes, indeed. However, there’s one detail I need to clarify with you. The prince’s impression that Logan is your bodyguard persists, and I didn’t disabuse him of it. Will Logan be assisting you two on the prince’s case?”
“Is it a problem if he does?”
“No, I simply need to know to properly bill the prince, and assure adequate
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