Litha didn’t say anything. She scanned them into the building and to the elevators. When they were inside the elevator, she backed up against him and looked over her shoulder. “Is this good?”
His eyes glowed as he nodded.
She bent forward to press the button for her floor and heard his soft groan. Her blush was pink in the reflection of the interior walls of the lift. She saw his gaze, and the black of his eyes was sparkling.
A few others rode up with them, and knowing glances were thrown their way.
Litha was stunned as they headed to the conference room. Against all odds, the hulking man behind her was interested, and she had a roomie and a date.
Chapter Eight
Driving a company vehicle, she pulled into her driveway and winced at how things had spiralled. Arcady and Kritz with their other two quad members, Drin and Vikor and her other four consortium members, Sergei and his family, and Zera and her set were all coming for the barbeque on Saturday.
She got out and opened the hatch, pulling out bags of meat while Sergei was grinning. “Your friends love you.”
“I know. It’s fucking delightful. In two days, we are going to be swarmed with enough firepower to take out a continent and my guests.”
He chuckled. “Petrov wants cuttings; Dmitri and Nelith are happy that you are willing to consider me.” He helped her pull parcels.
“I am hoping that Feral will be able to come with a tracker on her until the tribunal is held.
“Kritz is confident that she will. I did not anticipate you knowing how to cook.”
“I cooked with my mom for every holiday, including her last, and made all the rubs and marinades for my dad.”
She closed the vehicle, and they hauled everything into the farmhouse.
The next ten minutes were a flurry of getting the meat into the fridge near the back porch.
“Why do you have this?”
“It’s a farm. The meat that I buy doesn’t always come disassembled. One of my sheds is a butcher shop when I need it.”
He laughed. “That is surprising.”
“Why?” She counted upward and nodded.