Page 74 of Treasure and Tarot

He chuckled, and Sebastian flopped on his chest like a rag doll, grunting as they slapped together.

“Oof.” He patted Sebastian’s back. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Is your leg still bothering you?” Sebastian lifted his head. “Did I hurt you?”

“I have a confession.” When Sebastian raised an eyebrow, he grinned. “My leg was twinging, sure. It’s cold out there. But really? I just wanted to be alone with you.”

“You fibby fibber!”

“Yeah. And the guys pitched in to get us the room.”

“I wondered when I saw Gent waving his magic wand around.”

“Hey.” He pinched Sebastian’s hip just lightly. “No talking about Gent’s wand.”

“Oops.” Sebastian giggled. “Well, I appreciate it, love.”

“Wanna call for room service? By the time they get it to us, we’ll be unstuck.”

“Sounds like a plan, love.” Sebastian kissed his chest, and he was pleased to find his lover’s mood well-improved.

“And then we can tell each other ghost stories.”

Sebastian smacked his pec. “Oh you mean we can talk about our house?”

And they both got to laughing about that one.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Sebastian was just starting over to his little office nook with his cup of coffee when the nausea hit him.

Oh. Ugh. He set his coffee aside before he dropped it, and he headed for the powder room tucked between the kitchen and the dining room. He was stepping quick by the time he got there, and he surprised himself with a violent voiding of everything in his stomach.

That was—wow.

“Daddy? Are you okay?” Abby came and tapped at the door like he’d taught her when Colton had moved in, and he turned to put the toilet seat down and sit on it. His hands shook. Bad.

“Uh-huh. Come on in, sweetie.”

She slid through the cracked door and came to hold her arms up. He lifted her, and she frowned, patting his cheeks. “You’s sick?”

“Mmmhmm. I don’t think my tummy liked those Thanksgiving leftovers I had for lunch. Maybe we ought to let the rest go, huh?”

Thanksgiving had been…a revelation. Gent had bought the bill of groceries. The guys had all cooked with him. Even Xaviand Xander had come down after any guests at the hotel had been fed.

And Abby had been a little queen, spreading her cheer and love to all the uncles and aunties. A real family.

But that had been just over a week ago, and maybe he needed to put health over fond memories and pitch the leftovers.

“Call Papa?”

“Hmm? Oh, no. You know he’s in Secret Springs today.”

“Looking ghosts.”

Looking for places to look for ghosts, actually, but that was too fine a point for her little brain.

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