tingly excitement every time he touched her. Maybe as with one of those ancient diseases, she could build up an immunity with constant exposure. She could hope.
“What do you guys want to do first?” Blade glanced in his mirror and winked. “Besides touch each other.”
She felt heat rise to her face as Leith leaned back in his seat. She rushed into speech. “I think we’d—”
“Food. ’Tis long past time we ate.”
There he went again, making decisions for both of them. “I’m not going anywhere to eat until I have some clothes of my own.” His lordship would huff, puff, and bluster. She’d counter with cool reasonableness. He’d slink away, defeated by her superior logic. Then and only then would she relent, allowing them to eat first. Her stomach growled in anticipation.
“Aye. Fortune is right. I dinna need to eat. ’Tis many a day I’ve gone without food.” He looked at Fortune and grinned.
He’d done that on purpose. Her stomach gurgled and grumbled its disappointment. No wonder. She hadn’t eaten since last night, and she never missed a meal.
“What is that, Fortune?” Leith pointed, then turned from the window long enough for her to see the sparkle in his eyes, feel the tight-sprung energy that radiated from him.
His excitement reminded her of her own excitement after completing her first man, the thrill when she’d stood back and realized she’d created him with her own hands. The creative experience had remained the only thing in her life to give her that heart-pounding feeling of being able to fly. Until Leith . She pushed the thought away asshe tried to control her urge to press her face to the window and share in his wonder.
Down, girl. She had to remain hard where Leith Campbell was concerned or he’d run over her like one of these old-fashioned vehicles, leaving nothing but tire tracks.
“Umm. I think that’s a truck.” Cumbersome. Amazing that things arrived anywhere in one piece.
“And that?” He stared, as close to openmouthed as he would probably ever get, at a tall building they zipped past.
“An office building.” If she remembered her history, it would be another hundred years before the world discovered that building down was much more efficient and environmentally friendly than building up .
“ ’Tis impossible!” He stared skyward.
She followed his gaze. “That’s an airplane.” Didn’t people mind traveling so slowly?
“I didna know birds so large existed.”
“It’s not a bird. That’s a machine that carries people from place to place through the air.”
“No! People canna fly through the air.”
His wide-eyed wonder was endearing. Uh-oh . She was getting mushy around the edges.
Blade coughed. “Where the hell have you been, big guy?”
Careless! “Tibet. He’s been in Tibet.”
Leith stared at her. “Are ye daft, woman?”
She sent him her don’t say another word glare, then turned her attention to Blade. “Yes, monks raised him in Tibet. This is his first trip to the outside world. They had to send a Saint Bernard in after him. Exciting, isn’t it?” What she found really exciting was how much historical trivia she remembered.
Blade had his mouth open to ask another question, but luckily they reached their destination.
Critically, Fortune studied the large store with its hordes of people streaming through the doors. She preferred shopping electronically. “We should be able to get most of our essentials here.” She smiled at Leith. “Of course, this place is very—”
“Primitive. I know. But ’tis not primitive to me.” He sounded annoyed.
Blade looked offended. “Hey, I could take you to someplace swankier, but we’d have a longer drive.”
“No, this’ll be fine.” She’d have to be more careful about what she said.
Blade nodded. “I’ll wait here with the cat. Don’t know why you brought him with you.”
Fortune stared at Ganymede, and Ganymede stared back. “I didn’t bring him. He brought
“What do you guys want to do first?” Blade glanced in his mirror and winked. “Besides touch each other.”
She felt heat rise to her face as Leith leaned back in his seat. She rushed into speech. “I think we’d—”
“Food. ’Tis long past time we ate.”
There he went again, making decisions for both of them. “I’m not going anywhere to eat until I have some clothes of my own.” His lordship would huff, puff, and bluster. She’d counter with cool reasonableness. He’d slink away, defeated by her superior logic. Then and only then would she relent, allowing them to eat first. Her stomach growled in anticipation.
“Aye. Fortune is right. I dinna need to eat. ’Tis many a day I’ve gone without food.” He looked at Fortune and grinned.
He’d done that on purpose. Her stomach gurgled and grumbled its disappointment. No wonder. She hadn’t eaten since last night, and she never missed a meal.
“What is that, Fortune?” Leith pointed, then turned from the window long enough for her to see the sparkle in his eyes, feel the tight-sprung energy that radiated from him.
His excitement reminded her of her own excitement after completing her first man, the thrill when she’d stood back and realized she’d created him with her own hands. The creative experience had remained the only thing in her life to give her that heart-pounding feeling of being able to fly. Until Leith . She pushed the thought away asshe tried to control her urge to press her face to the window and share in his wonder.
Down, girl. She had to remain hard where Leith Campbell was concerned or he’d run over her like one of these old-fashioned vehicles, leaving nothing but tire tracks.
“Umm. I think that’s a truck.” Cumbersome. Amazing that things arrived anywhere in one piece.
“And that?” He stared, as close to openmouthed as he would probably ever get, at a tall building they zipped past.
“An office building.” If she remembered her history, it would be another hundred years before the world discovered that building down was much more efficient and environmentally friendly than building up .
“ ’Tis impossible!” He stared skyward.
She followed his gaze. “That’s an airplane.” Didn’t people mind traveling so slowly?
“I didna know birds so large existed.”
“It’s not a bird. That’s a machine that carries people from place to place through the air.”
“No! People canna fly through the air.”
His wide-eyed wonder was endearing. Uh-oh . She was getting mushy around the edges.
Blade coughed. “Where the hell have you been, big guy?”
Careless! “Tibet. He’s been in Tibet.”
Leith stared at her. “Are ye daft, woman?”
She sent him her don’t say another word glare, then turned her attention to Blade. “Yes, monks raised him in Tibet. This is his first trip to the outside world. They had to send a Saint Bernard in after him. Exciting, isn’t it?” What she found really exciting was how much historical trivia she remembered.
Blade had his mouth open to ask another question, but luckily they reached their destination.
Critically, Fortune studied the large store with its hordes of people streaming through the doors. She preferred shopping electronically. “We should be able to get most of our essentials here.” She smiled at Leith. “Of course, this place is very—”
“Primitive. I know. But ’tis not primitive to me.” He sounded annoyed.
Blade looked offended. “Hey, I could take you to someplace swankier, but we’d have a longer drive.”
“No, this’ll be fine.” She’d have to be more careful about what she said.
Blade nodded. “I’ll wait here with the cat. Don’t know why you brought him with you.”
Fortune stared at Ganymede, and Ganymede stared back. “I didn’t bring him. He brought
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