"Deal."
"I could do a half-caf mocha with whip. It's half the amount of caffeine as in a normal double shot, but you get a little bit extra from the chocolate," Izzy offered.
"Coffee Goddess," Meryn whispered reverently.
Cameron groaned and laid his head down on the table. "We're losing our barista!"
Around the table, the men began to sulk.
Izzy looked around confused. "Why?"
Amelia placed a comforting hand on Izzy's arm. "You'll be leaving when we do remember? But Oron doesn't live in Éire Danu, he lives in Lycaonia with us, that's where you'll be moving to."
"I'm moving?" Izzy screeched.
Oron winced at the octave. "I guess we hadn't really talked about that yet."
She turned and stared at him. "I guess we hadn't."
His mate was going to kill him.
*****
After dinner everyone separated to their rooms saying they had an early start in the morning. Upstairs, Izzy watched as Cameron pointed to two doors. "Oron you're on the left, Izzy you're next door on the right. I'll let you figure out sleeping arrangements. Night." He quickly disappeared down the stairs.
She watched as Oron hesitated then spoke. "I'd prefer it if you slept with me."
"That's very bold of you."
"It doesn't have to be for sex," he said quickly. "I mean if you want to that'd be great, but what I meant was, I'd just like to spend the night with you and hold you, if you'll let me."
How could a man over seven feet tall be this adorable?
She held up the plastic shopping bag that held her one pair of pajamas and few toiletries she was able to salvage. "So just change into pjs, get comfy, maybe talk and sleep?"
He nodded emphatically. "Exactly."
"I can do that, though, don't hold anything I do in my sleep against me during waking hours. I've never actually slept in a bed with someone so I may do weird shit I know nothing about," Izzy said, feeling nervous. What if she did something embarrassing like moan his name?
Oron placed his hand over his heart. "I swear to take your nighttime secrets with me to the grave and never speak of them to anyone."
"Even me," she insisted. "Especially me."
"You have my word."
"Okay. So...right." She turned the knob and stepped into the guest room. It was painted a pretty shade of blue with a very generic looking comforter on the bed. "It's nice." She went toward the door and opened it. "This is the bathroom; I'm going to change in here."
"One moment," Oron walked over and sniffed the bag. "It smells a bit smoky."
She felt her cheeks flush. "They're all I own right now,"
Oron slapped his forehead. "I am such an ass! You've adapted to our world so well that I completely forgot you lost your home in a fire today. I should have taken you shopping." He began to pace. "Maybe there's a store nearby that has women's clothing."
"It's okay, I can spray some bathroom air freshener on them," she held up the bag and winced. Then she'd smell like bar-b-que and hibiscus.
Oron snapped his fingers, then unzipped his overnight bag. He held up a long white tee shirt. "How about this?"
She put the bag on the desk and walked over. She took the shirt from him and held it up. The hem was past her knees. "I think this will work." She brought it up to her nose, it didn't quite smell fresh, but held a unique fragrance that had her rubbing her face on it. "I love this smell, is it your detergent?"