“I don’t think so. He was looking for logic in an illogical surge of events,” I mumble, and then I grab a coffee cup to pour in some of the strong brew filling me with aromatic satisfaction.
“Good morning,” Clay chirps with a snicker, and I smile because I know Hale is in the room now.
I keep my back turned, and I grin a larger fool’s grin when I feel his arms wrapping around my waist. His lips stroke my cheek lightly before he responds to Clay.
“It is a pretty damn good morning,” he smolders, and then he turns me around to offer me a deep, powerful kiss.
“Well I’ll be damned. It’s about fucking time,” Clay gushes, and both of us smile into the kiss.
“It is,” Hale murmurs against my lips, and then he pulls away to grab a cup of coffee for himself.
“I bet you’re glad I left the room now,” he chuckles out.
Hale blushes, and then his eyes sizzle into mine.
“You wouldn’t have been able to stick around for that without melting,” he says with his blistering tone, and my knees threaten to tremble beneath me.
“I’ll never look at a gun holster the same now that I’ve seen it on Araya like a damn garter belt,” Clay snickers out.
“Oh hell,” I gasp. “We left the gun too, didn’t we?”
“Too?” Hale asks with a chuckle.
Clay bursts out laughing once again, and my face deepens its scarlet hue.
“Araya left behind a trail of shredded lace to send the boys in a heated tizzy this morning. I didn’t find a gun though,” he snickers out.
“Oh,” Hale laughs out louder. “I got the gun, but I forgot about the collateral damage after she fucking bit me,” he teases, and I bury my head in his chest.
“Oh, so you did blood fuck,” Clay speculates.
“We did a little bit of everything,” Hale menaces, and at this point I’m ready to curl into a ball and hide.
“How about you guys talk about this shit when I’m not around so that I don’t have to endure the embarrassment quite so fiercely,” I demand rather than ask.
Hale chuckles, and then he wraps me in his arms while looking at Clay.
“What brings you by?” he asks Clay.
“I originally came by to try and talk Araya out of leaving Seminole, but it appears my services are no longer needed,” he murmurs with an excited and approving expression, pretending to dust his hands in satisfaction.
“I hope not,” Hale murmurs anxiously.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I exasperate, and I grin when Hale’s lips rush mine.
“Good,” he utters gently into my ear.
“That’s actually pretty perfect because Seminole is about to become grand central station for all survivors and prisoners,” Clay sighs out.
“Why?” I muse.
“Because it’s the strongest, especially with the two of you here together. Your gifts are explosive when working together - no pun intended,” he almost snickers.
I roll my eyes at the corny joke, and Hale smirks when he leans against the counter.
“That’s not all that’s explosive when we’re together,” he seduces, and my cheeks beam red when Clay starts laughing.
“Okay. So I’m going to go take a shower now since you two are embarrassing the hell out of me,” I grumble, and Hale’s soft lips catch the back of my hand before I walk off.
