Their wings quivered, and I blinked, somewhat unsurprised by their answer.
A picture of a slush from Sonic appeared in my mind, and I made a mental note to speak with Declan about letting them watch too much TV.
They wanted the water slushy. Got it.
Narrowing my eyes on the large inground pool, I focused my mind and withdrew the heat from the water.
The change was immediate; one second it was a cool, crystal blue, and the next it was a slushy gray, with a layer of thin ice thick enough to hold the three up if they so wished.
Cute roars of excitement left their mouths as they bound through the air. Their wings flapping faster than a butterfly’s in their exuberance to get to the water.
They reached it in a matter of moments, diving into the water and breaking through the ice easily.
I smiled as I watched them play, wishing we had a way to keep it this cold for them all the time.
Sadly, it wouldn’t be happening until we got the newest place in Anchorage up and running.
Which would take some time because not only did we have to set the place up, but also it couldn’t just disappear from sight without raising suspicion amongst those in the area surrounding it.
We had to slowly transition the site’s disappearance from the area, a process that would take many months, if not years, to do without garnering the attention of others.
You’re too nice to them, Declan said.
I shrugged. Yeah.
I shouldn’t be wasting my time on things like this. Although the ice dragons preferred colder climates, they could survive just fine in warmer climates. They just didn’t like to.
“What can I say?” I asked as I approached Declan. “I like keeping my charges happy.”
What do you want to bet he’s doing her instead of answering your call? He asked, an amused lilt in his tone.
“We’ll see about that. Where is he?” I asked as I vaulted onto Declan’s back.
The apartment near the American Airlines Center, he answered back quickly.
Fucking perfect, I thought.Chapter 2
Life was a lot better when naps were expected of me.-Blythe’s secret thoughtsBlythe
I walked out of the restaurant where I worked and hurried quickly to my apartment, thanking God that I was so close. I didn’t think my legs could take much more.
My knees were killing me after being on my feet for the past eight hours straight. I’d gone the entire shift without a single break.
Thanks Macy, for not showing up for your shift and making me work both our sections. It was fucking awesome, I thought sourly.
The walk home wasn’t bad. It was less than a mile. Normally, the walk was refreshing.
Today, however, it was not.
Thankfully the walk was easy, and I arrived at my apartment building no worse for wear.
I entered the building, forgoing the mail. Honestly, if I stopped, I wasn’t sure I would make it any further.
I took the one flight of stairs up to my apartment, and walked quickly to the end of the hallway, not bothering to look at the shitty wallpaper that could’ve used a facelift six years ago. Nor did I look at the floor, though I probably should have since the crappy wood floors were separating from the subfloor underneath them.
I’d nearly reached my door when a large man came barreling out of the apartment next to mine. Macy’s apartment.
He was a huge man.
Big, with beautiful brown hair, a strong jaw and gorgeous eyes. Whiskey-colored eyes that actually leaned more towards gold rather than brown.
Those eyes flicked up to me and away just as fast, focusing instead on the man he was dragging out of the apartment with him, kicking and screaming.
A kicking and screaming nearly naked man.
I flattened myself against the wall, but the shoulders of the large man in his impeccable business suit still brushed my collarbone in the narrow hallway.
His bare hand brushed along the exposed skin of my thigh where the damn booty shorts my boss at the diner insisted we wear, ended. I mean really, it’s a diner for Christ’s sake, not Hooters.
An electric jolt surged through me, causing my spine to straighten and my eyes to find his as he passed. This shouldn’t be so natural – even if my body did somehow yearn for the stranger.
His eyes were just as wide, and he was looking at me like I’d just grabbed his testicles in a one-handed grip… which I most certainly did not.
Not that it wasn’t tempting, but I didn’t think I could work up the energy to have sex with the handsome man, even if my body did yearn for his.
I started walking away on wobbly legs just as he passed me, ignoring the man he was dragging completely.
I’d seen nearly naked guy before, of course.
The apartment they came out of was Macy’s. The man being dragged was Farrow, her boyfriend. He’d probably been the reason that Macy hadn’t come into work today, the big bastard.