“Let me call Ren. If anybody knows what these are, it’ll be him. I’ll update Nathan as well.”
Tox walked to the corner of the dining room. He held the phone to his ear with one hand and drummed the wall with the other, those long thick fingers thump thump thumping on the plaster. Calliope tugged on her lower lip with her finger and thumb and drank him in. Can talking on the phone be sexy? She flashed to those martial arts moves, his ferocious defense of her. He hadn’t erupted, but the lava beneath the surface had sputtered and spewed. God, how she wanted this man.
He pocketed his phone and returned to her side.
“Ren’s on a job. Back in a couple days. We’ll keep an eye on them until then.”
They stood shoulder to shoulder staring at the two drawings side-by-side on the table.
Calliope sighed. “They’re pretty trashed, but there’s something about them that’s kind of …”
They spoke simultaneously. “Magical.”
Stop, stare, smile.
Then Calliope cast a bashful glance back to the table, scanning the drawings, the pan of pastry, their plates.
“Hey, Tox?”
“Hmmm?”
“Did you eat the entire thing?”