I click my tongue. “You’re too awake for me. Can’t you go run a couple of laps around the house?”
“Already did that.” He steals a triangle of toast from my plate and dips it into the small pot of honey he arranged on the tray. “I took out Princess Penny and brought all her stuff over to the Lodge. She now rules the main room, but Miss Georgia has her for the day.”
I gape at him. I can’t believe I went to bed without checking on my dog. The guilt is immediate and overpowering, even though I’d been too exhausted for coherent thought. “Is she okay? Will Miss Georgia mind?”
Princess is a very well-behaved dog, but it’s still a responsibility. When I see her next, I’m going to spend an hour giving her the most epic belly rubever.
“Oh yeah,” Jack assures me. “I think Miss Georgia said she’ll make her a little fleece coat for the winter.”
Ty snorts. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
I blink in disbelief. These are mythological monsters we’re talking about, and yet they’ve all taken to Princess Penny as though she was theirs as well.
“Word got out about how you helped Maya,” Jack continues. “People are even more curious about you than they were before.”
“Shit. Really?” I glance out the window as though expecting to see a horde of villagers gathered on the front lawn. “Who told them?”
He takes another bite of toast, finishing the piece. “Nurse MacLeod.”
“Wow.” I reach for my plate, worried he might demolish my whole breakfast if I don’t start eating. My hands are clumsy, but I can hold a fork by myself, which is a relief. “I didn’t think she was that much of a fan yesterday.”
“No,” he agrees. “But you sure know how to make an impression.”
“Not intentionally.” I take a bite of the eggs and hum in satisfaction. “This is really good. Thank you.”
Jack smolders at me. “My pleasure.”
Ty snorts beside me, and Jack steals a piece of toast from his plate in retaliation. It’s such a domestic scene, all three of us eating breakfast in bed. I never expected to find anything like this when I arrived in Amber Bay, but here we are. It’s incredible, and I’m loving every moment of it.
Okay, apart from the witch hunt and my confusing, sexy-as-fuck boss, but I’m too happy about the news Jack brought—and this breakfast—to sulk over that right now.
With my last piece of toast, I mop up the remaining egg bits on the plate, then look down at my hands. “Can you help me get these off now?”
Jack produces all the equipment needed for our circle, along with the herbal tea for me to drink. He’s the best man I ever met, and I tell him so. “I love you,” I say.
“Love you, too,” he replies easily.
Ty makes a grumbling sort of noise in his throat. “I feel left out.”
He totally doesn’t, because his eyes are twinkling, but I give him a long, deep kiss to make up for my oversight. “And I love you, Ty.”
“Mm,” he says. “That’s better.”
The spell doesn’t take us long this time around—it’s like every iteration is easier. My seared, blistery skin heals within minutes. Then again, it must be easier for skin cells to replicate than for bone to fuse together, so maybe it makes sense that this spell doesn’t take as much out of us as the two before.
Satisfied with our work, I flop back on the pillows with my arms above my head. “Wow. Life is good.”
Then I catch a whiff of perspiration from my armpit and cringe.Shit. Considering last night’s terrifying confrontation, it’s no wonder I broke out in nervous sweat. What I hadn’t considered is the sea dragons’ more sensitive senses: Ty and Jack were probablydyingin my presence.
“I need a shower,” I announce, hopping out of bed.
“Okay,” Ty says and follows my lead.
I stop at the bathroom door. “Um. I need a moment.”
“Sorry.” His sheepish grin is still too handsome to be real. “Go on.”
I’ve shared bathrooms with other people for as long as I can remember. First with my sister, Alice, at our family home. We each had our own rooms that were connected by the en suite, and we waged battles throughout our teenage years to determine who would get to use it first in the morning. Alice usually won, courtesy of her superior witchy powers.
