“Good. Now let’s have a snack and talk about happy things. Like where we should put the house. How many bedrooms? That seems like a good negotiation. I was thinking seven was a good number.”
I shoved him. “Seven? How do you figure that?”
“One for us, two for guests, four for kids. Although, maybe we need ten.
Ten would be better, right?”
“Ten? Who the hell is going to be visiting us? How many guests can we have at one time?”
He grinned and his eyes dimmed. Not all the way back to amber, but closer. “Not for more guests, cherie.”
I laughed. “You’re out of your mind.”
He pressed his lips softly against mine. “Only when it comes to you.”
***
When we got back to campus, I was feeling much better. A little R&R with Dastien was exactly what I’d needed. Everything would be better when th
