15
Naked in Battle
“He’ll know we’re coming,” Michael explained as we turned into Lenore’s neighborhood.
“Because you guys can sense each other,” I said.
“Well, yes, but also you two. He couldn’t miss…that.”
I didn’t ask what “that” was. We hadn’t the time for tangents, and even if we did, I was tired of the cupid contingency’s implied criticism of my man, and thereby, implicitly, my relationship with him.
It was making me a little stabby, and I didn’t think that was misplaced hunger speaking.
This time, Alex placed his hand on my knee. His eyes crinkled at the corners when I looked at him, and I knew he’d followed my exact—winding though it might have been—train of thought.
“How are we going to handle him knowing we’re on his doorstep?” Michael asked.
Alex sighed. It couldn’t com
