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coffee
as far away from them as he could get without leaving the open area of the
great room and kitchen.  He shrugged.  “I described Clytie to the sales person,”
he muttered, and then when they all blinked at him without saying a word, he
growled a little under his breath, “What?”
    “You described her?”
Cassie asked, her head going to the side as she studied Demon, then at the
ring, and back at Demon.  “What did you say?”
    He huffed a bit but
Clytie felt his eyes hit her and she knew he had to see the question on her
face as well.  “I just told her about you.”
    “Oh, I can tell you what
he said,” Ben said from his place by the now crowded island.   “Mac and I were
there for that bit of poetry.”  From the way he said it and the way Demon hissed,
she didn’t know what to expect but it was not what she got.  “He told the
little human that Clytie was short, curved like a fucking dream, and while she
had a temper she also liked to laugh.”  Demon put down his coffee and started
towards Ben with intent.  Ben moved around the island ahead of the beast
stalking him. His smile had an evil curve to it.  “He also said she had a light
inside her that warmed everyone who came into contact with her.”
    “He did not say that,”
Cassie said, her mouth falling open.
    Clytie had to agree, that
didn’t sound like Demon.
    “Okay, he didn’t,” Ben
said laughing as Demon stopped and growled at him. Clytie rolled her eyes and
sighed.  Then Ben lowered his voice in a growly impersonation of Demon.  “He
said ‘she lights up the fucking room just by stepping into it.  Now can I see
some fucking rings?’ Then he said, ‘That’s her, right there.’ And pointed at
that one.”
    That Clytie believed, and
if she wasn’t already crying, she would be now.
    “Oh,” Cassie said, her
own eyes dampening again as she turned and smiled big at Clytie.  Miley had a
soft look on her face when she patted Clytie’s ring hand.
    “It’s beautiful,” she
said quietly.  “And it’s perfect for you, but then the description was right on
so it would be, wouldn’t it?”
    Clytie opened her mouth
but nothing came out.  It was not lost on her how having such acceptance and
kindness made her feel after seeing her biological family again.  She smiled at
the other woman but was distracted before she could speak.  Her eyes were drawn
to the look in Demon’s eyes and the macho farce unfolding in the kitchen. 
Before Demon could go after Ben with intent, or any of the other males that
were now looking at him with varying shades of teasing intent, Clytie walked
into the kitchen and into her mate’s arms.  They wrapped around her like they
always did – immediately.  Demon forgot about everyone else and just hugged her
close.
    “Thank you, Demon.  Don’t
kill Ben.”  She heard Ian cough the word “whipped” behind her and held a
stiffening Demon tighter, “Or Ian.”
    It was Crow who spoke
from the door before anyone else.  “We have humans at the gate.”  And that was
that.  Everyone was all business.  Well, at least the men were.  They
disappeared with quick kisses all around and headed for the control room. 
Cassie took over the pancakes and the women took over the kitchen as the men
went to investigate, well, the men and Cleo.  Liam and Ian stayed where they
were.  Watching the women in varying degrees of lechery (Ian) and awe (Liam).
    Ian smiled a big smile at
Clytie that promised nothing but mischief, while Liam watched them all and said
nothing, his eyes taking in everything as if he had never seen the like before.
    “Do I get to kiss the
bride?” Ian asked, his eyebrows waggling suggestively.  Honestly, if he was not
so very young and pretty, some woman would have killed him years ago.
    “No,” she said bluntly,
and then had to smile when he looked so disappointed.  “I like you too much to
sick Demon on you.”
    “No kidding,” Cassie
mumbled, flipping another pancake