Goblins Wear Suits: A Chicago Urban Fantasy Comedy (The Magical Beings' Rehabilitation Center Book 2) by K.M. Shea

Author:K.M. Shea [Shea, K.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

10

I Receive More Bling

Saturday evening heralded the return of my fairy swat team. One of them actually knocked out Michael—my older brother who was home from college for the weekend—because he didn’t recognize him. Thankfully Michael woke up just fine after we dragged his carcass to his room. He thought he passed out in his room due to exhaustion.

Devin stayed with me until the evening, when the swat team was on duty. On Sunday I was banned from leaving the house, but on Monday the fairies informed me I was permitted to go to school and the MBRC.

“Great, so is Sink going to follow me inside school?” I asked the team leader—a surprisingly gruff and buff male fairy—as I fumbled with my car keys in the empty garage.

“Yes. You aren’t driving,” the fairy said.

“What? Of course I am. How else am I supposed to get to school?”

Outside a car honked its horn.

I popped my head out the side door and saw Hunter leaning against a sleek, black car. Two of his goblins were seated in the front seats, and I spotted at least two other black cars in strategic locations up and down the street.

I darted back into the garage.

“You can’t hide, Morgan. I saw you,” Hunter called.

I winced and picked up my backpack before locking the side door. I hadn’t talked to Hunter since Fran dropped the dating question on us. This ride could be awkward. “This is pointless,” I said. “I can drive myself.”

“I’m sure you can,” Hunter said with one of his falsified, harmless smiles. “But we need to discuss the new security measures.”

“The MBRC is going to have its own security implements,” I said as Hunter opened the car door for me.

“Yes, but they are working together with Weller Goblin Enterprises,” Hunter said, joining me in the leather upholstered car.

“They’re what?” I said as the car rolled down the street. As Aysel seemed to be my contact for security measures, I deeply doubted this. He was even less fond of Hunter than he was of me. “You’re joking.”

“The Pooka is acting as the go between, otherwise I don’t think we could do it,” Hunter said.

“Why are you doing this, Hunter?” I asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Hunter asked, his voice innocent.

“I was serious when I explained to Fran why we can’t date. It would never work out.”

“I do recall that conversation,” Hunter said.

“Then why?”

“Because I am Patroclus to your Achilles,” Hunter said.

“…What?”

“You said even if we don’t date we can still be more than plain friends, right?”

“Of course.”

“So twenty years from now when we’re married and have our separate lives, we’ll still be friends?”

“I am not babysitting your brats if that’s where you’re going.”

“Morgan.”

I fondly smiled at Hunter. “Yeah. We’ll still be friends.”

Hunter exhaled. “Excellent. Then yes, I’m helping you because we are friends. Great friends,” He said, his smile was more pleased than he had a reason for it to be.

I was quiet for a moment. “Why do I feel like I was just played?”

“What?”

“You are a little too relieved.

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