Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
That wasn’t believable in the slightest.
“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure there was a better response that would avoid the conversation getting completely derailed.
“You’re welcome, Sir.” His cheerful tone and the odd thumping I was hearing had me imagining him bouncing down my hallway. “Does your workroom need to be so tiny or could we make it bigger? What about putting it in a sunroom?”
I knew I was missing something important, so as dinner came together, I turned down the burner and went to find my curious mates. “I’m going to need more of an explanation for that before I answer. I’m sure there’s some missing context.”
Monroe’s slightly guilty look said I was right.
“Well…” His voice trailed off but luckily for him, his monkey piped up.
“I’m not moving, so you have to come live with me.” Lorne gave me a bright smile, but I could see the stubbornness in his eyes. It was actually slightly disconcerting. “Daddy said we might have to build you a room for your stuff. So I was trying to decide if you had to have small spaces or if we could make you a big sunroom on the back of my house.”
Well, that explained a few things.
“Kenzie’s father is very handy.” Lorne shrugged. “His whole family is, so they’ll do it. They like me.”
So much confidence in such a compact body.
“Thank you for considering my space needs and I think a sunroom would work as long as there’s enough workspace and shelving.” Handling the logical part first, I went back to the main point after I’d answered his questions. “You’re not moving, huh?”
Lorne blinked. “Nope.”
It seemed obvious that it was some kind of dragon and hoard thing, so I nodded as I headed back toward the kitchen. “I guess I’ll just have to pack up the dungeon before I move to your place.”
I didn’t mind moving. But I was going to have to brush up on my more practical spells, because for the life of me, I couldn’t remember the steps I needed to add square footage onto the back of his house. “Dinner is ready.”
The fact that he thought we’d need a construction company to handle it was cute.
Lorne managed to suck in a breath as I made it back to the kitchen, and I could hear him vibrating with excitement. “He’s got a dungeon for me, Daddy.”
“Um, I’m glad?” Monroe didn’t seem to know how to respond to that. “But we didn’t see one, so he might just be trying to drive you crazy?”
Possibly.
Lorne made a shocked sound as he dashed into the kitchen, barely keeping himself from barreling into my kitchen table. “Oops, forgot that was there.”
Monroe was back to trying not to laugh and wearing a grin like he thought Lorne was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. “Don’t crash.”
“I didn’t.” Straightening, Lorne looked around, confused for a moment as I brought cheese over to the table. “What was I doing?”
“Looking for the sex dungeon.” Monroe’s helpful answer had Lorne doing a wiggly little dance.
“Yes.” Bouncing again, Lorne shifted his expression to something he probably thought was sweet and cute. “You were so smart to hide my dungeon so well, Sir. I’m very proud of you.”
Oh, that was an interesting tactic.
“Very smart.” Giving him a nod because I approved of the attempt, I finished getting everything to the table. “Praising me. Making me feel intelligent, and a presumptive tone that now I’ll have to tell you how I did it to brag about how smart I am.”
Lorne couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to pout because I didn’t fall for it or give me a beaming smile because I told him he was smart. “Thank you, Sir. But I still want to see my dungeon. Oh, and then we have to figure out how to explain it to Kenzie’s father so he won’t know you’re sexually torturing me.”
Monroe’s laughter said he was enjoying himself but all I could think of was how I was going to get back at him.
Somehow this ridiculous conversation had to be his fault.
Chapter 7
Monroe
“But I need to know what it looks like so I know how to add it onto my house.” Lorne shrugged as Carrick finally walked away from the sink. “I can’t plan for something I can’t see.”
For some reason, Carrick finally responded to that point when he’d been dutifully ignoring Lorne’s attempts at logicking the location of his dungeon out of his equally stubborn Dom. “Don’t worry. I can.”
That tripped up Lorne and his chatter paused. “Huh?”
Turning to me, probably because he wasn’t getting what he wanted from Carrick, Lorne gave me an adorably confused pout. “What can he do, Daddy?”
Be a pain in the ass.
“I think he meant he can plan for something he can’t see.” But honestly, it could’ve been a ridiculous response to quite a few things Lorne had pouted about in the last five minutes.