Page 7 of Hot in Witch City
“Yes,” Nova replied. “We both are.” She motioned to Diego and then herself.
“I want to come.”
Diego snort laughed. “I’m sure Gianna would be thrilled to welcome you back after last night.”
“The new year is a new start,” I countered with a wave. “You can’t hold grudges into a new year.”
“Says who?” Diego asked.
“It sounded like it came out of my mouth,” I replied.
“How are you going to explain this to Gianna, anyway?” Diego furrowed his brows. “That her scent drove your wolf batty?”
I shot him a look. “Do you really want to go there? Shall we go over how feral you went when you first smelled Nova? How you wanted to taste her blood right in our living room?”
“Is that what happened?” Nova turned to him with an inquisitive look. “I thought it was because you were pissed that I might be selling the house.”
Diego scowled at me. “Thanks, man.” He turned to Nova. “You know how crazy your scent makes me. That first time, well—it took me by surprise.”
“Oh, Diego.” Nova tilted her head as she gave him a small smile.
While they exchanged a googly eyed glance, I turned away. The last thing I wanted to see was them making out in front of me, turned on by Diego’s blood fetish.
“Can you invite Gianna over?” I interrupted before they went at it on the sofa.
Nova pulled her gaze to me. “Why?”
“I told you, I want to apologize in person. Might as well do it sooner than later.” Searching for something to offer, I added, “Better yet—I’ll cook us dinner.”
“What if you wolf out again?” Diego asked.
“I won’t. I’ll take my wolf out for a run. That’s probably what all this restlessness is about.”
“I’ll think about it,” Nova replied.
That could lead to a no, so I had to persist.
“What’s there to think about? It’s food. This way we can meet up properly and break bread. We all need to eat.” With a wry grin at my vampire roommate who had a stomach the size of a worm, I added, “Even if some of us prefer a liquid diet.”
“Stop being pushy,” Diego said.
“Stop being overprotective.”
“You’re badgering Nova,” Diego replied.
“Nova took on a demon. I don’t think me asking a question about dinner is going to send her over the edge.”
“Stop arguing about stupid things,” Nova said with an exaggerated eye roll. “Why are you being so adamant about this?”
“I feel horrible about last night,” I explained. “That’s not how I am. And besides, she's your best friend, and I’m your house mate. We’re obviously going to run into each other. We might as well get this little uncomfortable snafu out of the way so we can all hang out without any awkwardness.”
“All right, we’ll see,” Nova replied.
“When?” I asked.
“Enough with the pressure,” Diego warned.
I raised my hand. “I’m just being practical. Dinner preparation takes planning.”
