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I look up at Daniel to see him fighting his laughter as he pushes open the door across from his own. â??Youâ??re in here, Gio,â? he says, his voice soft. â??Youâ??ll let us know if you need anything?â?
â??I will,â? Gio says, turning to study Daniel. â??Though, I very much hope we get a minute alone tomorrow, Daniel,â? he says, his voice soft and genuine. â??We did not leave things on good terms the last time you were here â?? Iâ??m sorry for it. There were things that were said that â??â??
â??I know,â? Daniel says, nodding his agreement. â??Iâ??m sorry, Gio. Youâ??re right. Weâ??ll have a moment tomorrow.â?
â??Good,â? Gio says, his face genuinely eager â?? at least, as far as I can tell. And then he murmurs something in Italian that makes Daniel smile before heading into his dark room.
Daniel sighs as he turns and tugs me along into his and Jeromeâ??s room.
â??What was that?â? I ask when weâ??re inside, pressing the door shut behind me. â??What Gio said?â?
â??Just something we used to say as kids,â? Daniel says on a sigh, heading for his closet and starting to pull out pajamas. â??Something from The Three Musketeers, which we liked a lot. What do you want to wear to bed?â? he asks, and I donâ??t miss his abrupt change in topic. But I just turn my head to the side a little, considering him and letting it pass. Daniel and Gio, I suppose, have a more complicated relationship than I had previously thought. But Danielâ??s entitled to his privacy on this, even if I want to know more.
â??I want to wear my pajamas to bed,â? I say, sighing a little and moving to the window.
â??Shame,â? Daniel says, turning towards me. â??Best I can offer is Jeromeâ??s pajama pants or one of my t-shirts, which on you will be a nightgown.â? He smiles at me, holding up both options in either hand. â??Or a combination thereof.â?
â??Thanks, Danny,â? I say, wrinkling my nose and twisting the handle that opens the window to his bedroom. â??But I meant what I said. Iâ??m going to sleep in my own pajamas tonight.â? And then, as his jaw falls open, I start to climb out.
â??Fay!â? he gasps, dropping the pajamas and darting to the window, grabbing my arm and holding me back as I get one leg out. â??Are you insane!?â?
â??Daniel, itâ??s a first-floor window,â? I say, rolling my eyes at him. â??Your dad dropped me off a balcony earlier â?? this is actually much safer â??â??
â??Dad what!?â? Daniel gasps.
â??A story for another time!â? I sigh, trying to tug my arm out of his grip, though he holds fast.
â??What are you even thinking!? Just sleep here tonight!â?
â??Old habits die hard,â? I say with a grin, looking up at my handsome husband. â??A wardrobe in the old house, a window in this one.â? I shrug. â??Whatâ??s the difference?â?
â??The difference is that Gio is already suspicious â??â??
â??All the more reason for me to go to Kent and make a plan! I mean, do you want to come along!?â?
â??No,â? Daniel sighs, letting my arm go as he realizes that Iâ??m stubbornly determined to do this. â??Justâ?¦would you please be careful, Fay? Donâ??t let Gio see you.â?
â??Heâ??s on the other side of the house,â? I say, waving a dismissive hand as I slip out. â??He doesnâ??t even have a window that faces this direction. Night, Danny! Sleep tight!â?
â??Stop calling me that,â? Daniel grumbles, sticking his head out the window and watching me trot away across the front of the house to the windows which I know open into me and Kentâ??s room. Grinning, I wave over my shoulder at him, confident that it will be fine.
Itâ??s the middle of the night, after all. Who on earth would be watching?
When I get to my bedroom windows, I smile to see that a little light spills through the folds in the curtains, suggesting that Kentâ??s already in there. I tug at the bottom of the window, but Iâ??m unsurprised to find that itâ??s locked from the inside. Of course it is â?? itâ??s Kentâ??s room. Not likely to be any insecure entrances.
So, I raise my hand and use my fingertips to tap lightly on the glass, hoping itâ??s enough for him to hear me.
I lower my hand, peering curiously at the curtains, wondering if he heard me.
Sighing, frustrated that Iâ??m still out here in my bathing suit â?? honestly, it has gotten cold â?? I raise my hand and start to tap again â??
The curtain whips back and my eyes go wide as I stare down the barrel of a gun.
I shriek and cover my head, instantly dropping to my knees and curling into a little ball â??
The window creeks open above me a second later.
â??God damn it, Fay,â? Kent growls. â??What the hell are you doing!?â?
â??Where the fuck did you get a gun!?â? I hiss, staying crouched but turning my angry face up towards him. He glares at me, his head and shoulders leaning out of the window.
â??Why did you think I didnâ??t have a gun?â? he snaps, the gun no longer in sight as he reaches a hand out a hand for me. â??Come on â??â??
â??You almost shot my head off!â? I protest, still mad. Honestly â?? weâ??re going to have a baby soon, and his first instinct when he hears a tap at the window is to go waving a gun around!?
â??I did not,â? he returns, his voice tight, dismissive. â??Come on â?? you wanted to come in, didnâ??t you? So come in.â?
Scowling, still shaking a little with adrenaline from â?? you know having a gun pointed at me â?? I stand and accept his hand. Kent pulls me close to the window and then, when I boost myself up, he tilts me into the room and then reaches out, sliding a hand beneath my legs and neatly turning me so that he lifts me into the room in the safety of his arms.
â??Youâ??re lucky that Iâ??m in love with you,â? he growls, glaring down at me and shaking his head as I start to grin. â??Because otherwise, you would be off my staff, Fay Lippert.â?
I sigh and snuggle against him, happy despite myself because, well, while I donâ??t appreciate his response it is nice to be back in his arms. â??I wasnâ??t aware that I was on your staff, Kent Lippert,â? I say, taking an inconspicuous sniff of his shirt. God, he smells so good. â??Can you put me down now? I want to get changed. Wearing a bathing suit all day is cold.â?
â??Not a chance,â? he murmurs, pushing the window closed and flicking the lock before carrying me immediately to bed.
I laugh as Kent plants me down on my side of the mattress and stands back, looking me over like I could have possibly been wounded or something. Even though itâ??s a little bit overkill, itâ??s nice to have him fuss over me.
â??Are you all right?â? he murmurs, sinking his hands into his pockets.
â??Iâ??m fine,â? I say, unable to stop smiling as I pat the bed next to me. â??Come to bed.â?
â??In a minute,â? he murmurs, and then he starts to move around the room, setting things just the way he likes them. I watch as he checks the windows again, and then puts the gun back in its hiding place â?? strapped to the bottom of the desk, apparently â?? and then shuts off the lights before glancing towards the fireplace, clearly considering building a fire.
â??Itâ??s too late,â? I say quietly, reaching a hand out for him, wanting him near. Itâ??s after midnight, after all, and I assume weâ??ll have an early day tomorrow. â??Come here.â?
Kent turns to look at me, his eyes already searing.
My smile deepens as a coil of heat starts to twist within me.
Yeah. We definitely donâ??t need a fire. Not tonight.
Kent, apparently agreeing, prowls over to me and sits on the bed in front of me, reaching for my shoulders. I lean forward, allowing him to push the robe from my arms so that it pools around me. Then, he pulls off his own shirt, tossing it to the floor.
My eyes go immediately to his naked torso â?? god, how did he manage to keep so fit these past couple of months? â?? but I turn my head to the side, because his movements are slow and deliberate â?? not at all the furious passion that I know he can get worked into when he wants me.
â??Up,â? he says, putting his hands out and pulling me onto my knees when I place my palms on his. Wordless, he pushes the straps of my bathing suit off my shoulders. I help him then, wiggling and pushing the bathing suit down my body, sliding it over my ass and sitting back so that I can slip it over my legs, still very curious as to whatâ??s happening.
I donâ??t have long to think, though, because when Iâ??m fully naked Kent reaches for me and pulls me into his lap, heaving a deep sigh and touching his forehead to mine as we sit quietly, skin-to-skin. I smile, snuggling into the warmth of his body.
â??Iâ??m glad you came tonight,â? he murmurs, his hands slowly roving over my back, my arms. â??Even if I perhaps would not have advised your particular methods â??â??