Page 46 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
I’d actually had an extra one made last month, but I’d chickened out on giving it to him, so it was sitting in the tiny drawer of the front table. I sighed internally at myself. I was being ridiculous, and making this big a deal out of a simple key wasn’t attractive. Winter probably wouldn’t even think twice about it if I handed it to him. I mean, he was over here nearly every night for dinner, and he spent the night more than he didn’t, so it only made sense he had a key.
What if I was in the kitchen cooking or something and couldn’t hear him knocking on the door? Surely, he needed a key for situations like that.
I pulled the door open, and before either of us could say a thing, Goliath strolled right on past me, giving my hand a drive-by lick before he headed for Odin.
Winter and I shared a laugh, and I reached over to unhook Goliath’s leash so he could go on a sniffing-and-licking-Odin spree.
My boyfriend—ahhh, I loved calling him that—came in, grabbed my hip, and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Mm. It smells delicious in here.”
“Must be my natural scent since I didn’t put anything on.”
He looked amused. “Oh? You naturally smell like chili? I’m surprised Goliath hasn’t tried to eat you yet.”
I laughed at that and lightly smacked his shoulder. “Get in here.”
With another laugh, he pushed me backward, grabbing both my hips now, then kicked the door shut behind him as he thoroughly kissed the hell out of me.
I was just about to ask him if he wanted to take this upstairs and we could forget about dinner until later when my phone rang.
I thought about ignoring it, but Winter mumbled against my lips, “You better get that, sugar butt.” He was probably right. No one called me unless it was some kind of faerie emergency. Ugh.
With a sigh, I pulled the damn thing out of my pocket and checked the caller ID, my eyebrows shooting up when I read the name. “It’s Aeson.”
Winter knew exactly who I was talking about. “Answer it. What if they’re in trouble?”
I felt terrible, but we hadn’t been able to make it to that museum yet because Aeson was only working on weekdays, which was difficult with our job, although we hadn’t checked in for a few weeks, so his schedule could’ve changed. And unfortunately, Chaos hadn’t really responded to our texts. Winter and I had texted him a few times to check on him too. I couldn’t blame them for not responding since we didn’t really know them and we were just some old guys they helped out before. But I wished our schedules had meshed up so we could’ve gone to the museum before now.
It also sucked that we hadn’t been able to bring those kids more food. It was really frustrating. I wanted to ask them for their address so I could send food, but I didn’t think they trusted us enough for that yet, and it felt weird since they were kids.
We’d texted before, but Aeson had never called.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, worry making my gut churn. Something had to be wrong for him to be calling me. “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Aeson.”
“Hey, Ace. How are you? Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Is Chaos okay?”
He let out a small laugh.“No one’s hurt. We’re both fine.”
I let out a long breath of relief and put the phone on speaker, saying to Winter, “They’re both okay.”
“Good.”
“Is Winter there too?”
I smiled at my phone. “He is. Is it okay that I put you on speaker?”
“Yeah. Actually, it’s good that you’re both there. I was going to call him next anyway.”
Win and I exchanged another worried look. “What’s going on?”
Aeson sighed.“So you know how I work at The Museum of Supernatural History?”
“Yeah,” Win and I said together.
“Well, the job’s been good. I like it, and Morty even took a job at the ticket booth—he hates it so much it’s funny.”He sounded like he was laughing at his twin brother’s misery—he probably was.“So this place has a massive garden in the back with all kinds of cool flowers, so naturally, there’re a lot of pixies.”
I saw where this was going.
