Page 60 of My Haven
“You know most people dream of meeting someone just for them.”
“He’s a witch that’s over three thousand years old, from a magic world!”
“I don’t think you’re looking at this correctly,” Arlo said, uncapping the toothpaste.
“How do you mean?”
Arlo gave her the biggest shit eating grin she had ever seen on him. “He’s a witch, who’s over three thousand years old, who can do magic. What kind of magically kinky shit do you think that guy invented?”
She felt her mind go blank.
“Guest stuff is in the drawer. Brush your teeth if you’re going to be kissing people. Goodnight, hun.” Arlo waved and shut the bathroom door on his side.
“Who in the hell would be dreaming about french toast after a statement like that?” she muttered, flinging herself back on the bed. She looked up at the ceiling. “Mike, what have I gotten myself into now?”
*****
“Wakey wakey, time for bakey,” Arlo said, tapping her forehead.
“Is it morning?”
“Sure is. Your Prince Charming was true to his word. Our suitcases were in the hallway, and I smell french toast.”
She opened her eyes and looked at her best friend. He was dressed and was freshly showered. “You could have woken me earlier.”
“And share the bathroom? I think not. Better pin your hair up and rinse quick, he’s about to get the eggs on.”
“Fuck!” She catapulted herself from the bed. When she looked in the bathroom, her ire at Arlo faded. He had laid out her favorite outfit, her makeup and toiletries. She got showered and dressed in record time. She opened the door to her room to find Arlo scrolling on his phone.
He looked. “Perfect. Let’s go.”
Together they made their way downstairs. When they entered the kitchen, once again, the men stood.
Blushing she chose the spot next to Pip, Arlo sitting on her other side.
After the men sat back down, only then did she look for Caiden. He was at the stove stirring eggs. “Over easy or scrambled,” he asked.
“Scrambled is fine,” she said.
“Ditto,” Arlo added.
After a minute, Caiden pulled two plates from the oven, added the eggs and placed them in front of her and Arlo. “Hope this satisfies.”
Thinking back to Arlo’s comment the night before she felt her face turn red.
Caiden winked and went back to the stove.
“Caiden, where are Kyran and Tristan and your parents? Aren’t they hungry?” Meryn asked.
Zev pointed to the room. “They don’t live here.”
“Huh?” Meryn asked. “Oh. Like back home? Mom and dad live separately, and Adam and Adair do their own thing?”
“Exactly like that,” Caiden said, handing Meryn another small plate of toast.
“Anyone else fighting off a headache?” Aiden asked, rubbing his temples.
“I thought it was because of the travel,” Pierce said.
