tea out of the garbage.” I rise to my feet and put my hands on my hips. “I was searching for my lost earring.”
“Oh really?” Keith snatches a container off the counter. “Then what’s this?”
“Chamomile. Seriously, Keith, I know I was stupid to drink the fertility blend. And I’m really sorry that I didn’t talk to you about it first. But give me a little credit. I’m not an idiot.”
He sniffs the crushed leaves and shakes his head. “Oh.”
I walk over to him with concern on my face. “Babe, you must have a concussion.” I gaze back and forth between his eyes. They’re normal, but I have to continue the ruse. “One pupil is larger than the other. Sit.”
Keith slumps down in the kitchen chair and drops his elbows onto the table with a thud before he holds his head. “I’m sorry, babe. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I dreamt it.” He lifts his face to me and offers a weak smile. “Are you sure you didn’t hit me?”
I grin at him. “If I did you’d be more than knocked out.” I’m trained in Krav Maga, a street-fighting form of martial arts. I also happen to be the lead trainer for the Le Roux werebear clan warriors.
“That’s true.” He closes his eyes and lowers his head back into his hands.
“Let me get you some ibuprofen.” I open the cabinet, and metal scrapes on wood as I place the unlabeled tin of tea back on the shelf behind one marked chamomile. It’s full of the fertility blend I must keep drinking if I want to get pregnant next spring. I toss the bottle of aspirin to Keith before grabbing a cup. Water rushes into a glass as I hold it under the tap.
Bits of light bulb crunch under my boots as I walk across the kitchen to hand it to Keith. “You sit while I sweep up this mess. You didn’t step on any of it, did you?”
“No. I’m fine.” His brow is knit in concentration, and I’m afraid he’s thinking about what really happened.
“You know, I never really liked that chandelier. It must have been fate that it fell.” The old Native American man that is helping me fulfill my destiny to bear Le Roux children comes to mind. “Now we get to pick out one we both like.”
“It’s so strange that it broke.”
Keith reaches for the metal fixture, and I fear he’s going to inspect it. I grab it first. “I’ve got this. You sit tight before you cut yourself.” While I tried to slice the wire in a way that it appears frayed, I’m not sure my husband won’t figure out it’s been tampered with.
“Taylor, give me that, please.”
Damn it . I place the heavy metal on the table with a thud. “Do you think maybe it wasn’t installed correctly?”
Keith shakes his head. “No. I hung it.” He’s rolling the cord around in his hand. “This looks like someone deliberately hacked away at it.” His eyes are big when he glances up at me. “I think this was meant for you.”
Whew. The Veilleux clan is the Le Rouxs’ enemy, and my husband thinks Victor Veilleux is behind the poison they found in my tea. I widen my eyes back at him. I’m tempted to cover my mouth with my hand, but that’s probably going too far, so I say, “Oh my God, do you think it’s Victor?”
My mate nods. “I do.” His fists clench, and his face indicates he’s speaking telepathically. I assume it’s Brady he’s talking to and continue cleaning up the mess. Shards of glass clink when I sweep the pile into a dust pan.
Dawn’s salmon-colored light shines outside, and I realize it’s going to be a long day as I pretend I’m worried about Victor’s evil. I’m also betting Keith won’t let me return to work as planned. Oh crap! We have a morning breakfast meeting at the Le Roux house today, and I’m going to have to continue to lie. Great. Well, at least my worry will be real, because I can’t get caught in my deception.
I glance over at my travel mug with my next dose of tea. “Hey, should I make some coffee since we’re both up for the day?”
“That
“Oh really?” Keith snatches a container off the counter. “Then what’s this?”
“Chamomile. Seriously, Keith, I know I was stupid to drink the fertility blend. And I’m really sorry that I didn’t talk to you about it first. But give me a little credit. I’m not an idiot.”
He sniffs the crushed leaves and shakes his head. “Oh.”
I walk over to him with concern on my face. “Babe, you must have a concussion.” I gaze back and forth between his eyes. They’re normal, but I have to continue the ruse. “One pupil is larger than the other. Sit.”
Keith slumps down in the kitchen chair and drops his elbows onto the table with a thud before he holds his head. “I’m sorry, babe. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I dreamt it.” He lifts his face to me and offers a weak smile. “Are you sure you didn’t hit me?”
I grin at him. “If I did you’d be more than knocked out.” I’m trained in Krav Maga, a street-fighting form of martial arts. I also happen to be the lead trainer for the Le Roux werebear clan warriors.
“That’s true.” He closes his eyes and lowers his head back into his hands.
“Let me get you some ibuprofen.” I open the cabinet, and metal scrapes on wood as I place the unlabeled tin of tea back on the shelf behind one marked chamomile. It’s full of the fertility blend I must keep drinking if I want to get pregnant next spring. I toss the bottle of aspirin to Keith before grabbing a cup. Water rushes into a glass as I hold it under the tap.
Bits of light bulb crunch under my boots as I walk across the kitchen to hand it to Keith. “You sit while I sweep up this mess. You didn’t step on any of it, did you?”
“No. I’m fine.” His brow is knit in concentration, and I’m afraid he’s thinking about what really happened.
“You know, I never really liked that chandelier. It must have been fate that it fell.” The old Native American man that is helping me fulfill my destiny to bear Le Roux children comes to mind. “Now we get to pick out one we both like.”
“It’s so strange that it broke.”
Keith reaches for the metal fixture, and I fear he’s going to inspect it. I grab it first. “I’ve got this. You sit tight before you cut yourself.” While I tried to slice the wire in a way that it appears frayed, I’m not sure my husband won’t figure out it’s been tampered with.
“Taylor, give me that, please.”
Damn it . I place the heavy metal on the table with a thud. “Do you think maybe it wasn’t installed correctly?”
Keith shakes his head. “No. I hung it.” He’s rolling the cord around in his hand. “This looks like someone deliberately hacked away at it.” His eyes are big when he glances up at me. “I think this was meant for you.”
Whew. The Veilleux clan is the Le Rouxs’ enemy, and my husband thinks Victor Veilleux is behind the poison they found in my tea. I widen my eyes back at him. I’m tempted to cover my mouth with my hand, but that’s probably going too far, so I say, “Oh my God, do you think it’s Victor?”
My mate nods. “I do.” His fists clench, and his face indicates he’s speaking telepathically. I assume it’s Brady he’s talking to and continue cleaning up the mess. Shards of glass clink when I sweep the pile into a dust pan.
Dawn’s salmon-colored light shines outside, and I realize it’s going to be a long day as I pretend I’m worried about Victor’s evil. I’m also betting Keith won’t let me return to work as planned. Oh crap! We have a morning breakfast meeting at the Le Roux house today, and I’m going to have to continue to lie. Great. Well, at least my worry will be real, because I can’t get caught in my deception.
I glance over at my travel mug with my next dose of tea. “Hey, should I make some coffee since we’re both up for the day?”
“That
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