Tate's Tale by Lilith Darville

Author:Lilith Darville [Darville, Lilith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nadege Richards
Published: 2019-12-20T16:00:00+00:00

The first thing I see when wake is Bob’s laughing brown eyes, eyes the color of warm brandy, and I remember the feeling when Bob’s ether coursed through my veins. It was him. We healed each other again. I stare back, and his eyes pull me deep into his heart.

“It’s you.” I brush my fingers through brown hair so wavy it’s almost curly. Gods, how I’ve missed the feel of that hair.

“It’s you.” My Bob mimics my movement then cups my cheek in one of his graceful hands. I lean into his love, embrace the heat that floods through me.

“How are you feeling?” The care flowing from Bob’s voice acts like an instant aphrodisiac when I really should be taking stock. I’m tired and can feel the remnants of the nasty burning cold from Bob’s fever. I shudder.

“I’m fine.” My brain commands a wide smile, but my lips barely twitch.

Concern instantly kills the humor as I drink him in. He’s really here. We’re together. He pushes me on my back and leans over me. “Don’t tell me I’m going to have to tan your hide before we even get started. Now, how do you really feel, Tate?” He lets my name roll off his tongue as if it’s a very fine wine. I gulp in his breath, relaxing as the soothing feeling of warm brandy spreads through me again. Bob lowers his head and lightly brushes my lips.

“You can go now, you two. I’ve got this,” Bob says. He stares as if he can’t get enough of looking at me.

“Oh my gods, we’re not alone? Bob!” I try to push him off, but he won’t budge. Just laughs. Bastard. He knows damned well how much this will embarrass me. I turn my head, afraid to look. Yup, there they are. Francis and Caleb. Frick and Frack. Francis lasers me with those weird eyes over tented fingers, but his lips twitch.

“A more suitable comparison would be Fionn and Diarmuid,” Francis says. I mental eye roll him hard.

“Shit. You’ve been watching us all this time?” As the words come out of my mouth, I wonder why I bother to ask.

“That’s part of our job,” Francis says.

“And you’re fun to watch,” Caleb says.

“Maybe we should call you guys the watchers instead of the examiners,” I grumble. “Or better yet, the voyeurs.” But I’m secretly pleased at their attention, their growing adoration, and Francis knows it. His lips quirk as he stands. “I’ll leave you two to it. Come along, Caleb.”

I study Bob’s face as he laughs down at me. Boyish humor lights it up and replaces the morose shadow that underlay his mood on Earth. “Bob.” I breathe his name as I outline his face with my index finger.

“I kind of like it when you call me Joe Bob. Or aren’t I cute enough anymore?”

“That’s debatable. Let me see.” I punch at the chest hovering a foot over mine. He grabs my wrist and pulls it over my head.

“Gods, I’ve missed you.” Bob nuzzles my ear in that special way of his that makes the fine hairs lift all over my body.

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