“How does your sanity feel?”
Phelan looked up from his book and smiled faintly at Jacqueline as she closed the door to their space. She looked tired, hands red from scrubbing and probably the cold. “No better, no worse. Sounds like a hell of a storm out there.”
“Maybe spring’s finally come,” Jacqueline said, sitting down in the chair next to the door to remove her boots. “I’d get my hopes up if they weren’t so often dashed.”
“How’s everyone out there?”
“Cameron’s asleep—he’s battered, but he’ll make it. J.T. did a quick and dirty patch for him in the field and it did its job. I’m letting Marin deal with Thom, since he’s already been stitched back together. Seamus wasn’t really hurt—just bruises and a few shallow cuts—and J.T. barely had a mark on him.”
“Cariocecus?”
She winced. “Still unconscious. Greg’s keeping watch.”
“Bet he’s thrilled.”
Jacqueline laughed quietly. “He seemed like a good choice. He’ll welcome a chance to have a heart-to-heart with the man if he wakes up, I think. Besides, he knows what kind of questions to ask.” She stretched before she got up and padded across the floor to the bed, where Phelan sat with their blankets and his book. He lifted one corner of the blankets so she could join him. She slid beneath them and cuddled against his side, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“What are you reading?” she asked softly.
Smiling a wry smile, he closed the book on his finger and showed her the cover. Jacqueline smirked, giving him an amused look.
“Mythology, Phelan? Really?”
“Just brushing up,” he said, kissing her ear. “Never know when I might need it.”
“You realize that you are mythology, right?”
“Funny,” he said. “I don’t feel like a myth right now.”
“No,” Jacqueline said, eyes sparkling with affection and mischief. “You certainly don’t.”
Phelan grinned. “I need to put this book away, don’t I?”
“Only if you don’t want to lose your place.”
“Right,” he murmured, twisting toward her and letting his finger slip from between the pages. “Not worried about that. I’ll figure it out later.”
Jacqueline gave him a smile that sent the best kind of shivers skating along his nerves and not for the first time, Phelan counted himself lucky that she’d fallen in love with him, and he with her.
And… …now we see what Erin meant from her comment on the last post. 😉
Well, it only took until book 5 for Phelan to actually end up with someone. That means something right?