Page 23 of Wishing Upon a Monster
“If it tastes as good as it smells, I can promise you I will. There is no shame in appreciating food or the person who made it,” I said, crossing the kitchen to sit at the bar. “Thank you for cooking.”
“You are welcome,min søde skat,” he said, adding four strips of bacon and a biscuit to a plate and walking it over to me.
He placed the plate in front of me next to the silverware already laid out with a napkin, by a cup of orange juice. “Thank you,” I said, reaching for the fork.
Olan pulled back and bent down, kissing me on my head like it was the most natural response to being thanked. My blood rushed to my cheeks, and I fought to focus on my bacon and not the muscled planes of his back as he walked back to the stove to serve himself.
Not that I was objectifying him. Though, who can you think naughty thoughts about pretty muscles about if not your own husband?
I shook my head. It hadn’t even been a full week since he literally appeared in my life. They were researching how to break this contract of ours. He was just kind. Thoughtful. Willing to murder on my behalf... I felt my pulse quicken.Why is that so hot?
Food. I need food, my blood sugar is low, and it’s making me irrational and a bit homicidal.Or maybe that was my period.
I ate my eggs; they tasted as good as they smelled. “How did you make these so yummy?”
“Irish butter and fresh eggs. I discovered that there is still a supernatural market in Doolin, though it is not nightly any longer; it’s on Saturday evenings after midnight. I was lucky,” he said before he took a bite of his bacon.
I looked at Olan in shock. “Is Doolin like... in Ireland?”
“Yes, I would not think this would be a surprise. Did we not travel to the ECCM in North Carolina?” He took a bite of his eggs.
It was kind of cute seeing his monstrously large hands holding one of my forks. It was like he couldn’t find any adult silverware, so he had to use the kids’ settings.
“It’s just, for some reason, I assumed it was exclusive to the continental US,” I said, shaking my head. “Sorry about putting limitations on you.”
Olan’s eyes twinkled with good humor. “You really shouldn’t limit your deities,min skat.When you do, it keeps you from being able to ask us for what you really need.”
I made a noise in my throat and ate more of my breakfast. I suppose he was right. If you didn’t think it could be granted, why would you even try to ask?
“So, you can go anywhere on Earth?” I took a sip of my juice.
“I can travel anywhere on Earth and throughout many universes,” His voice light. “I told you, my kind visits many cultures.”
“You did, and about existing as consciousness in the Void. I was listening,” I teased, “But there aren’t wells in space.”
Olan raised a nonexistent brow at me. “Min skat, what are blackholes but galactic wells?”
And then my brain exploded a little bit. Not enough to stopme from eating, but enough to stop my talking until I had cleaned my plate.
“I could, if you were interested, take you somewhere––”
“On Earth,” I interrupted, not even remotely interested in space travel.
He chuckled, “On Earth, if you’d like. After I take you in this morning, we could go out to dinner.”
I stood up, gathering my used dishware. “Like a date?” I asked, my stomach flipping at the idea.
“Not like,min søde skat.” He collected his dishes, meeting me at the sink. “I respect that you and your coworkers are going to try to find a way to cancel the life debt,” he carefully placed his dishes in the sink, “but in turn, I should get the chance to change your mind about wanting to break it, Mmm?”
I slid my dishes into the sink after him, turning to... well, not object, exactly, but this fluttery feeling in my stomach felt so out of place, and I wasn’t sure––
Olan reached out a hand and ran a thumb along my jaw, his fingers delving into my hair and pulling me closer.
All the thoughts in my head were silenced.
The flutters in my stomach transformed into a flock of excited pixies, my breath catching as he kissed me on the corner of my mouth.
“Shall I come with you to work? I need to go over the paperwork relating to the treaty. I would also like to place a well on the property if they are amenable to the idea.” He turned back to the dishes, rinsing them.
