Page 93 of Dead Heat

“Good idea.”

My armpit tickled. It felt like my response to Gun activating the ward, but it seemed unlikely when I’d only left him an hour ago.

I walked to the front door to investigate. Sure enough, Gun was cresting the bridge.

I opened the door. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

He brushed me aside and entered the house. “I started thinking about your excursion to Helheim.”

“And?”

“And if Kane has claimed tonight, I think it’s only right that Cam and I get dibs on tomorrow night.”

My heart squeezed. “We could have a game night.”

Gun frowned “Okay, I was thinking a night of debauchery in the city, but I guess a game night is more your style.”

My spirits lifted. “Can I invite a few more people? We could have different stations, like a Scrabble table and a Scattergories table.” I started to envision the possibilities. “I’ll need more chairs.”

“I can bring folding chairs.” Gunther jerked to the side as an antique sewing machine floated past him to rest on the table. “Dare I ask?”

“Ray and Nana Pratt are testing it to see if it works.”

“Oh, honey. I don’t think the museum will take it regardless.”

“It isn’t going to a museum. If it works, Nana Pratt is going to make me a dress.”

His gaze darted back to the sewing machine. “On that? Absolutely not. I strenuously object.”

“What’s the issue? I need a dress, and I don’t want to spend a lot of money on it.”

“Why do you need a dress?”

“For my date with Kane.”

“Why not ask me for a dress? I live for fashion. Your date is with a royal demon. You shouldn’t be wearing handmade clothes.”

“I’m not asking you to buy me a dress.”

“Fine. Camryn has a closet filled with dresses.”

“That would come up to my hip. You remember our height difference, don’t you?”

He eyed me closely. “Hang on a hot potato minute. YouwantNana Pratt to make a dress for you.”

“What’s wrong with that? It’s a nice gesture.”

He leaned back against his chair and regarded me. “Let me guess. Your grandmother sewed your clothes when you were a kid.”

“She may have made a few of my dresses for special occasions.” To this day, my favorite was an Easter dress in a multitude of pastel colors. The skirt billowed out when I spun. In that dress, I was Sleeping Beauty instead of Maleficent.

“This is nostalgia talking, not Lorelei.”

“Can’t it be both?”

“No offense to Nana Pratt, but I highly doubt she’s going to make you a style of dress that’s appropriate in these modern times. We have motorized cars now and everything.”

Nana Pratt blinked. “Is he insulting me? I can’t tell.”

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