Page 30 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
Okay, food first,thenanswers.
I rummage through my backpack and find a fresh pair of jeans and a blue hoodie. Then I grin in triumph and yank out a clean pair of black novelty boxer briefs. The word “Nice” is styled above the crotch and right on top of my junk is the white silhouette of a rooster.
Heh.
Whistling a merry tune to myself, I quickly get dressed and voila, I’m presentable and ready to explore the shit out of this castle.
Opening the door Elryk disappeared through earlier, I find him waiting just outside, an unreadable expression on his handsome face.
In response, I flash him my biggest and brightest smile. “Where can I get some food in this joint?”
As if to illustrate my need, my stomach makes another ridiculous noise.
Elryk’s lips twitch. “You’ve got a noisy belly for being such a wee thing.”
I pat my stomach. “I may be small, but I have a big appetite.” I send an exaggerated wink his way. “For more things than just food.”
Sure, that was cheesy. But I can play the goofball with the best of them.
But I startle when I get a good look at Elryk.
Holy hell. I swear his gray cheeks just darkened even as a hint of a smile curves one side of his mouth.
Is he… blushing?
A thrill zips through me.
What a cutie!
Elryk clears his throat. “Follow me and I’ll see you’re fed. Then I’ll show you around.”
The hallway he takes me down has stone floors lined with rugs, and I can’t help but stare around me in awe. It’s like I’ve wandered into some medieval HGTV house-hunting show or something. The castle still possesses hallmarks of its ancient past, but it’s also clearly been modernized in more recent years.
We turn down another corridor and then take a narrow stone flight of steps down a level. When we reach the next floor, we head down a wider hallway that opens out into a massive entryway and I’m so busy looking around, trying to take in everything I’m seeing, that I bump into Elryk and fall flat on my ass.
“Damn, man. You’re probably as solid as one of the castle walls,” I say as I climb to my feet and massage my poor derriere.
I hear a hearty laugh and turn to see another gargoyle striding toward us.
He’s wearing the same kilt as Elryk, and is also sans shirt.
Hell yeah. I freakinglovehow these gargoyles roll!
This guy has short dark hair and deep blue eyes. He’s a little shorter than Elryk but equally built, and he flashes me a killer smile when he catches me watching.
Evidently, he’s also a charmer.
“You must be Noah,” he says, reaching out his hand.
I take it and once again feel that strange jolt of energy shock me for an instant, but it fades quickly.
The gargoyle smiles. “I’m Braewyn.” He points at Elryk. “This grumpy bastard’s best friend.”
I can’t help it. I laugh.
“Aye. I put up with this arsehole since it seems I’m stuck with him for life,” Elryk grumbles but tempers his words with a faint smile that’s here and gone in a flash.
I eye them both up and down. “Okay, no offense, but I have to ask. Are all Scottish gargoyles as hot as you two?”
