Page 97 of Glamour & Gumballs

“I promised I’d find Kyle’s sister a mate,” I said with a grimace. “She’s… difficult.”

“More difficult than me?” Erin lifted an eyebrow.

“She’s had hundreds of years to perfect hers, so yes. And you’re not difficult; you’re stubborn.”

“Stubborn is just another way to say independent and confident. Difficult is too.”

I chuckled. “Usually, I would agree with you, but Kenna is a different kind of difficult. The kind that occurs when you’re one of very, very few fae women, and both spoiled and adored by everyone you meet.”

“Oh.” Erin’s forehead creased. “Then why isn’t she mated yet? Isn’t Kyle pretty old?”

“She’s about fifty years younger than him, so she has about fifty years left. Most male fae have heard stories about her, and avoid her because of them. She had men chasing her before the war, but now that there are compatible humans…”

“Ah. Well, you know someone who could make her happy?”

“I know a few guys who haven’t met her, who could probably get along with her,” I agreed. “While Kyle’s on the island, it’ll be much easier to pair her off. He’s protective.”

“I did get that vibe from him.” Erin took another bite.

Damn, those lips…

She said, “So, we’ll spend the next few months finding Kenna a mate. But there are still a lot of things we haven’t talked about. Like kids. I’m on birth control now, and don’t intend to get off it anytime soon.” She eyed me, like she was waiting for me to protest.

“It’s very difficult for fae to have kids. It usually takes a century or more for a couple to get pregnant. Even in the days when I wanted to take a mate, I never planned or expected children. If you decide you want to try, then we’ll try, and see what happens. If not, we won’t.”

“I can get behind that plan.” She took another bite. “What about hobbies? You haven’t mentioned anything about those.”

“My only hobby has been work.” I lifted a shoulder. “I watch movies when I need to decompress, if that counts.”

“It does.” She nodded approval.

“What about you?”

“I like to keep busy, and my job wasn’t where it’s at, so I’ve tried a lot of things. My favorites are cooking and this Pilates class I used to take.”

“Pilates?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I know it doesn’t sound fun, but it is.”

“We’ll sign up for a class here, then.”

“We?” She lifted her eyebrows at me. “You’re going to do Pilates?”

“Sure.”

Her lips split in a grin. “I’m holding you to that, even if you get embarrassed.”

“I don’t get embarrassed. Even if it’s ridiculous, I’ll get to watch your body move as we do it.” I reached over and pinched her nipple lightly through one of my t-shirts with a cutout for the wings. It was far too big for her, so I could see her entire ass through it when she walked around. It was fucking gorgeous.

“You do know what it is,” she tossed back.

“I’ve never done it, though.”

“That’s acceptable. You’ll be disappointed by how well my sports bras do their job, though.”

“A month on an island forced me to get used to that.”

She laughed. “I guess it did.”

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