Page 38 of Hostile Holiday

Emery arrived at their table and poured coffee for both Orla and Hunter. “My curves are mine, my health is great, and my stamina is off the charts. Keep your advice to the folks who come in for training, Row.”

She walked away, and another server came on shift.

Orla chuckled as Rowen stared after her friend. “You have blown any chance with her if that is what you are thinking.”

“She isn’t my type. I have seen my partner, and it isn’t her.”

“Well, I don’t care how you dress up your right hand.” She smirked.

Hunter stared at her with wide eyes.

“What? I work at a shop that makes custom furniture for people who like display and private parties. I have heard a lot more than I generally discuss in open company.”

Hunter laughed. “Good to know.”

Rowen stared and then said, “How do you know Emery?”

Orla smiled. “We have been friends for years. Thousands and thousands of years.”

Rowen looked at her. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yeah.” She chuckled and kept eating until there was nothing left but a stain from gravy on the plate.

She looked at Hunter. “Phone now?”

“Yes, precious warrior. We will get your phone.” He chuckled and wiped his hands.

Rowen twisted in his seat. “No way she is a star. She feels human.”

Hunter shrugged. “So did Orla. Now she doesn’t.”

Orla shrugged. “Now I feel fancy.”

Hunter snorted.

Rowen had finished his lettuce pile, and Hunter tossed the money onto the table as they got up to leave.

Rowen bowed and said, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Orla. Feel free to call me if you have need of anything.”

Hunter murmured, “She’s covered.”

“You wish.”

“Nobody is covering me until I sort my family out.”

Rowen frowned. “Trouble?”

“Only for a week. After that, things are going to straighten out, one way or another. It should be interesting.”

Hunter snorted and extended his hand. She took it, and they headed out the door, leaving a bemused Rowen in their wake.

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Emery sighed. “Hey, thug. Your bus is leaving.”

Rowen walked toward her. She was at the door with her purse under one arm.

He growled, “May I speak with you for a few minutes?”

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