“So it’s not . . . The mother thing . . . ?”
He sighs. “I don’t know yet. I’ll be back in a few hours. If anything weird happens, anything, call my phone. And yell. Amanda is watching the northeast, and Colin the southwest.”
“What about attacks from above?” I tease. There are no chairs in the kitchen, so I try to lift myself onto the counter, but it’s too tall. “No werestork second on air patrol?”
“If a bald eagle dove in from the sky to abduct you, my life would be so much easier.” His hands close around my waist. Lift me up like I’m a feather. “And fine— I’ll get more goddamn furniture.” He lingers for a fraction of a second, his nose hovering by my temple, and I hear a deep inhale. A slower exhale. A gust of warmth against my heated skin. My forehead wants, demands, clamors to lean f
