Page 92 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“I just turned seven.” She grinned at me.
Yep, I sure didn’t know what a Diophantine equation was when I was seven.
“Want my notes?” I offered. “I tried to solve it for two years when I was at BosTec. The math department has a contest–if you solve it before you graduate, you get all your tuition back. So far, no one has ever done it.”
Because it was anunsolvableequation.
Tru’s look went stricken. “You gave up?”
“Never,” I lied, not wanting to discourage her. “I just got so busy with hockey, working, my degree, and dating Dean. Suddenly, I was graduating. Solving it after graduation doesn’t get you the prize.”
“Stats, I didn’t know that.” Verity leaned into me.
“I love stats and numbers, especially in regard to sports,” I told her. “Numbers are soothing. I sort of thought I’d end up doing stats for a team or something.”
“Did you know I can recite pi to a hundred places? I’m going to get to two hundred like Grace,” Tru beamed. “When I solve the equation, Spencer’s going to hire me. I’d love your notes. I promise to give you credit. Maybe Spencer will hire you, too, and we can work together.”
Verity ran her fingers through my hair. “Yes, and build spaceships.”
Tru nodded vigorously. I had no idea what the two things had to do with each other. Spencer was inbiotech.
“I like spaceships.” Okay, I enjoyed reading fictional books about space travel and watching space movies. I was so happy Verity liked the same ones I did. Mercy also had suggested we learn a fictional language as a pack and I wasall overthat.
“Do you like unicorns?” Hope’s head leaned into her sister.
“I do. My sister loves them. Is that your favorite?” I’d seen that animated unicorn movie she loved a billion times. Verity liked it, too.
Hope nodded. “I’m going to make unicorns when I grow up.”
“AJ’s sister has a petting zoo. She’d love a unicorn.” Science was already breeding miniature tigers and giraffes, so why not unicorns? “Anyway, it was nice talking to you. I’m going to bed.” I gave her another kiss on the head.
“My eyes.” Mercy stood there in PJs and a large grin, holding a bag of chips.
I snorted, returned downstairs, and got ready for bed. Turning out the lights, I left the door cracked and fell asleep.
“Jonas?” a soft whisper nudged at the edge of my consciousness as I slept.
Without opening my eyes, I lifted the blanket so Dean could crawl in.
The door clicked shut, and a warm body crawled in, settling under the blankets with me. A head lay on my chest, and strong arms wrapped around me. While the body was taut and muscular, it wasn’t Dean’s body. The sea salt and driftwood wasn’t his.
I held her tight, making sure we were covered. She fretted and tossed in my arms like she couldn’t get comfortable.
“Do you need to come so you can sleep?” I whispered, my hands already under her panties. We had a long day of labor at the greenhouse tomorrow.
“Please.” Her voice grew breathy as my hand slid between her folds.
Oh, yes, I loved it when it was only her and me in bed.
Sleepily, I fingered her until she orgasmed, collapsing on me in a cloud of driftwood. I slipped inside her softness, tenderly fucking her, until we both came.
“That’s my girl, now sleep.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead as sleep took me.
I awoke with Verity’s head in the center of my chest, hair fanned out around me. Her finger traced the tattoos on my chest and arm.
“Hey, Sweet Girl. It’s early. Do you want to sleep more?” I whispered. I should get up and go for a run. With all of us cooped up here and no hockey practice, I had to get my ass out of the house every day and run off some steam so I didn’t explode.
“I really should go to the greenhouse,” she muttered sleepily.
