Page 94 of Bride of Choice

“Jojoknee… busy?” Boog asked.

“Got all the time in the world for you, bud!” Smiling up at him, I lifted my hand the second I felt Rek breathing down the back of my neck.

Rek jerked back fast enough my mock karate chop of a slap up of my hand barely got the tip of his nose.

“Mean,” Rek grumbled.

“Fix my door, you walking crash test dummy,” I muttered to Rek, smiling up at Boog sweetly all the while.

Boog chuckled but nodded his thanks.

“Just give me two shakes and we’ll head out.” Collecting my clothes off the chairs, I laid them out on the bed. Waving my hand over my shoulder with a deep sigh, I tutted, “Booger, could you be a dear and take the trash out with you?”

Glancing up to find Boog nodding, gaze darting from Rek to the door, the bigger beastie grabbed Rek up, stuffed him under his arm like a pigskin, and nabbed the door with his free hand, turning it to walk out sideways, Rek first, then place the door where it should be.

“What big ideas! Put Rek down!” Rek growled.

“I won’t be mad if he slips!” I called out, to a loud thud and an, “OW! She say if slips, not dump Rek on Rek’s head!”

Boog let out a short grunt. “Oops the daisies.”

A witch cackle of a laugh left me as I scrambled to dress while Boog stood watch in front of the door.

“Rek fixes that,” Boog pointed out.

“Boogers fix it. Rek fell on Rek’s head,” Rek fussed and huffed.

“Oh, you are so fixing it, Rektum. Also, have fun telling Dorothy and her mates, and Bia, you broke it but don’t want to fix it, and how that somehow makes me the gropey attention whore!”

Rek let loose a snarl that had me shivering. I was glad he couldn’t see me or he’d be trying to rip my clothes off with his teeth and mount me ‘til I couldn’t walk.

Sadly, I knew, deep down, despite all the fucking bullshit, I’d probably still let him.

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“So… what are we looking for?” I asked of my best buddy ever as we scoped things out.

Booger hesitated before shrugging. Picking up a random gem looking rock, he held it up for me to have a gander at.

When I nodded and smiled at it but didn’t pick it up, he set it back down.

“Hungry,” the pain in my ass grumbled at my back, following at a safe distance from these arms, legs, and my big ol’ yellow purse.

“So then go eat,” I snapped, confused as to why he’d trailed us here if he was just going to complain.

Truth be told, I’d been so distracted, I too had forgotten to eat.

Searching through my purse for a snack, I found two individually wrapped cough drops. Tossing one to Rek, I muttered, “Here, suck on this,” then unwrapped and popped my last one into my mouth.

The sound of Rek sniffing it, slowly unwrapping it to sniff it some more, then making oooh, awww, what the hell is this sounds, made me smile despite the sour mood his bitching put me in.

Less than a minute later he made a gargling sound. “It spicy,” he muttered.

“So spit it out,” I muttered back as I spied a bit of pretty hand-made cloth two stalls over.

“No know… Rek like,” he grumbled as he continued to loosely gum the cough drop and comment on all the weird to him flavors.

“Smell funny spicy,” Boog commented.

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