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Hell, he would be content if they did nothing beyond kissing tonight.
“Oh my God, Aunt Pacey! Are you seriously doing this?” Becca stared at the other woman with wide eyes.
“Yes,” Pacey said firmly, her arms crossed, her lips pursed, like she was preparing for verbal battle.
Rahu shook his head. This little family drama had officially surpassed his tolerance level. He didn’t need Argyle to be pissed off at him, and he didn’t want Becca to fight with her aunt, and it was damned clear their date wasn’t going to happen tonight.
Placing his wineglass on the counter, he said, “Listen, Becca, I’m going to get going. I’ll catch up with you later.”
He was two blocks away before he realized he hadn’t asked her to move into Antoinette and Ketu’s mansion.
Damn it.
Chapter Eight
Rahu was back, standing on her front porch looking every bit as delectable as he had last night.
Thank God.
She’d been so worried that the plumber and Aunt Pacey had scared him off permanently. But she should have known better. If all the crazy stories she’d told him about her life hadn’t sent him running for the hills, surely an ill-timed shower fix and her embarrassingly overreactive aunt wouldn’t.
“Hi,” she said, standing in the doorway, not acting at all inviting. Every time he stepped foot in her house something went wrong, so maybe they needed to quit meeting here.
“Hey.” He scratched his head and cleared his throat. “Listen, I have a sort of crazy proposition for you.”
“I’m not sure anything you could say would be crazier than the weekend I’ve had so far.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“Okay, so what’s this proposition?” Maybe it involved going someplace else. Like his place. He’d told her he was staying with his friend until it was time to go back to Detroit.
“Well, I know you’re feeling a little frustrated with your living arrangements.”
“You can say that again.” She glanced past him to the gargoyles perched on the front porch. She could have sworn the one on the left had been on the other side of the steps last night. Which didn’t make sense since gargoyles couldn’t get up and walk to a new location whenever they felt like it. Aunt Pacey must have moved it.
Except Aunt Pacey had gone home through the courtyard last night, and was currently at work.
Becca shook her head. Now she was hallucinating about moving gargoyles. Yeah, she definitely needed to get out of this house, and stat.
“And it sounds like apartment shopping was a bust.”
She shuddered, recalling those guys at the deli. The idea of living alone was fast losing its appeal. But she couldn’t handle staying here, either.
“My friend and his mate—I mean, wife,” Rahu clarified. “Anyway, they live in a mansion that’s probably twice the size of your aunt’s house, and they’re thinking about renting out rooms. Since they have so much space.”
Becca stared at him. “Are you serious?”
He shrugged and nodded.
“How much?”
“How much what?”
“How much are they charging for rent?”
“Oh. Uh, they’re willing to let you move in for free. For now.”
“Free?” This was way too good to be true. This sort of lucky opportunity did not happen to her. Wait, what was she talking about? Aunt Pacey had let her live in her house, and then the guesthouse, for free since she was eighteen. “What’s the catch?”
