Page 42 of My Haven
“We’ll wait,” she said. “We’ve come this far, might as well.”
Aiden kissed her head. “All I want is for both of you to be healthy.”
“Actually Meryn, Keelan showed me a dream where I had triplet boys, so technically, you and Kari could even things out,” Anne said.
Meryn stared. “Three?”
Anne nodded. “Not sure when though.”
Kendrick looked at his mate with the softest expression Caiden had ever seen on the man. “I can’t wait,” he said.
Meryn eyed Kendrick. “So, like magic is amplified with multiple births, like with Nigel and Neil huh?”
Kendrick nodded absently.
“And you have like, all four elemental powers, right?” she continued.
Kendrick’s smiled faded slowly and he turned to look at Meryn.
She smirked at him. “You want in on those safety bubbles Gavriel wants Broderick to design? Better start now if you’re going to need three of them. And probably nannies that can do all the elements like Ame and Yuki. Dude, your kids are going to be a riot!”
Anne waved her hand at Meryn, laughing. “You’re just mean.”
Kendrick picked up his phone. “Gavriel, about those safety bubbles.”
Caiden enjoyed every second of his best friend’s blind panic as was his gods given right.
Chapter Six
Genevieve sat across from her assistant at a small chic cafe, at the corner of the only intersection in the town she was visiting. She took a sip and sighed happily. “Thank goodness they can do coffee.”
Arlo took a sip of his sugared coffee concoction and shuddered. “That last town we were at should be struck from the face of the earth for the coffee they served.”
“I remember. You’ve said as much, daily, since then.”
“Maybe if I repeat it enough, lighting will strike.”
“Wouldn’t you feel sorry for those poor baristas?” she asked, teasingly.
Arlo opened one eye and glared at her. “They should be ashamed for calling that brown water, coffee. It was almost worse than hotel coffee.”
“Ouch, not hotel coffee.”
Arlo opened both eyes and stretched. “Franklin has proven to be pleasantly quaint. When do we leave?”
“I was going to try and head out this morning, but last night an interesting invite came through my email.”
“Your email? Your actual email? Not the channel email?”
“Yup, which means I know this person, or they know how to get my details.”
“Invite for what?”
“An exclusive, pop up eating event. The way it’s worded they’re treating it like a speakeasy. Invite only to get in.” She turned her phone to him. “VIP even.”
Arlo eyed her phone. “Hidden Delights? If it’s only food, I’ll be disappointed.”
“Get your hormones under control for a second. What do you think? Should we chance it?” she asked.
