Page 90 of My Haven
You alive?
A few seconds later.
Barely. It’s a good thing my man is a water witch, I’m parched from screaming.
She shook her head.
How long will you be sequestered?
She waited for a bit, seeing he was typing, before his reply came through.
You must not have tapped that witch of yours if you’re worried about me. Go see what an air witch can do and we’ll compare notes. Gotta go, round fifteen is about to start. Toodles.
She stared down at her phone, then quickly put it away.
Caiden walked over and placed a hand on her flaming cheeks. “Arlo?”
She nodded. “He said he’s doing well.”
Meryn snorted. “You mean he’s being done well.”
“Meryn!”
“What?”
“Where is Arlo?” Anne asked.
“He found out he was mated to the head of the Water Temple,” Genevieve replied.
Anne smiled. “I heard he’s a bit prickly, but a sweetheart underneath the abrasiveness.” She looked up at Kendrick. “Reminds me of someone.”
Kendrick just stared flatly at his mate.
Genevieve went back to the list of meals she was planning. Half were for the children, the other half for Meryn and the boys.
She looked up at Caiden. “Do you do pre-made, frozen pancakes?”
“With the guy’s appetites? Yeah.” He walked past her, and his hands grazed her waist and lower back as he walked by.
“How many do you have?” she asked and winced when her voice cracked.
“Several dozen, why?” he replied, looking innocent.
“I was going to whip up a pancake casserole tomorrow for breakfast,” she said, going to the fridge. She opened it and prayed the cool air helped the heat in her cheeks. He had all the other components to make the recipe. She closed the fridge and went back to her pad of paper feeling a bit relieved, she could make pancakes from scratch if she had to, but him having some pre-made would save a lot of time.
“I wanna try that,” Meryn declared.
Genevieve turned to Ryuu. “It’s relatively low in sugar, just monitor the maple drizzle.”
He inclined his head in thanks.
Caiden moved to stand behind her, his body nearly flush with hers. He looked over her shoulder. “I think the kids will like the chicken and cheesy rice dish,” he said, his breath sweeping across her neck, causing a full body shudder.
“Really?” she asked, trying to play it cool.
“Amelia loved cheesy rice as a kid.”
“Good to know,” she said, trying to remember what she was doing.
