Page 5 of Sprite Wedding
“Just one of them,” she replied with a conspiratorial smile. “I’m going to miss it here.”
“We can always return.”
“Maybe we will.” She tipped her head. “How were the gardens?”
“Fascinating. You know I love plants.” I’d save the story about sprites for dinner. It was a good one, and I loved to entertain. “Are you ready for lunch?”
Her smile vanished. “I should stay off my feet for a few hours at least.”
“Why?”
“I twisted my ankle.” She told me about the out-of-control scooter and how she jumped out of the way. “But don’t worry. It already feels much better. I’m sure I’ll be able to head up to the restaurant for dinner later.”
“Staying in bed sounds like a good call. Good thing we can order room service here.” I winked. “And I can keep you entertained.”
“You most certainly can.” Her hazel eyes twinkled with desire. She curled her finger, inviting me to join her.
I practically flew across the limited space of the cabin to reach Zoe on the bed.
After a few magical hours with my mate, we met Nova, a petite, auburn-haired witch who’d inherited the house I lived in, and Diego, her dark-haired husband and my broody vampire roommate, outside one of the restaurants for dinner. Although we’d dressed casual during the day, we’d all dressed up for dinner. Diego and I wore black pants and black button-down shirts.
When we spotted each other, I declared, “We’re twins!”
He groaned. “You need to change. We can’t go looking like this.”
“No one is going to think that,” I countered. “You have short black hair and a resting bitch face.” My hair was blond and past my shoulder. I cupped my chin and grinned. “Meanwhile, I have a sunny personality.”
Diego muttered, “Don’t walk too close to me.”
“Why would I when I have my beautiful mate?”
Zoe wore a dress I’d bought her with tropical flowers in vibrant shades of red, orange, and yellow. Her hair hung in loose beach waves, framing her face. She looked stunning.
Zoe was now able to walk with a slight limp. Although she wanted to do so on her own, I insisted that she lean her weight on me. We entered the fancy dining room arm-in-arm. Chandeliers hung and servers wearing black and white darted about with their trays. The scent of sizzling steak stirred my appetite.
“This is going to be a quieter meal without Sebastian,” I joked.
Sebastian was a chef and obsessed about the details, from the presentation to trying meals from different cultures.
Diego groaned. “He goes on and on about every dish and the spices and how it’s cooked.” Diego threw his hands up. “Who cares?”
“Certainly not you,” I replied. Diego was a vampire and could only tolerate minimal amounts of food. During dinner, he’d order but then share his meal with us so as not to arouse suspicion. This wasn’t Salem. A cruise full of humans might freak out if they knew a vampire was on board.
“What do you think Gianna and Sebastian are up to now?” Nova asked.
“They’re on their honeymoon. I can tell you most likely what they’re doing. Boom-chicka-wow-wow.” I shook my shoulders as I danced along with the beat.
Zoe nudged me as our server arrived to take our order. I placed my napkin on my lap and ordered French onion soup and steak like a proper gentleman.
Then I asked my dinner companions, “What did you do today?”
“Nothing exciting. I read by the pool and finished my mystery,” Nova said.
“I slept and then puttered around the cabin until it was safe to come out,” Diego replied.
“You already know that I went snorkeling and relaxed on the beach.” Zoe turned to Nova and Diego. “It was great. So many fish and coral. No wonder Gianna loves swimming.”
Diego asked me, “You went snorkeling?”
