Westside Harpy: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel: (Midlife Olympians #2) by T.J. Deschamps

Author:T.J. Deschamps [Deschamps, T.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798986389653
Published: 2023-03-14T16:00:00+00:00

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Chapter

Sixteen

Hermes and I came down to the dining room together in the company of Cerberus, who had apparently slept across the threshold to my room all night. The hound was in his singular-head, black Labrador form, panting and drooling his way downstairs. Excited I was awake, he almost tripped me several times.

Heads bowed together, Athena and Nora sat at the dining table. They spoke in low tones.

I gave Hermes a look as we continued past the dining room.

He shrugged. If he wasn’t worried about it, neither was I.

We found Luke and Juan in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sipping coffee. The couple set their gazes on Cosmo, who sat at the table contemplating his bowl of oatmeal. His expression oozed suspicion.

Arachne and Lucinda were nowhere to be seen, which troubled me. Arachne was an early riser. A mother and a siren, Lucinda didn't seem to be the type to stay in bed late. "Where's your auntie?"

"Showing Lucinda the garden," Luke replied. His eyes still focused on Cosmo.

The seaman plunged his spoon in the bowl and then lifted it slowly, inspecting the dripping mush.

"It tastes better than it looks," Hermes offered. "Well, better than the gruel that the mortals used to eat."

Cosmo turned a dubious gaze to the god and then to me.

Even though I’d never had porridge from the past, I nodded encouragingly.

His expression changed. Expression solemn, he took a gulping bite, swallowing the oatmeal as if it were a sacred duty.

"If you don't like it. You can eat something else," I told Cosmo in Greek, trying not to laugh as I took two mugs out of the cupboard.

"No. This meal is sufficient, and I am grateful for it," Cosmo vowed in Greek.

Luke's face turned red as if he was holding his breath to keep from laughing.

Cosmo lifted the bowl and slurped the oatmeal, making sounds of enjoyment that were … rather suggestive out of context.

Luke coughed and Juan spat in his cup.

In his effort to show his appreciation, the seaman didn't seem to notice their response.

I exchanged a glance with Hermes who shook his head. He grabbed some of the creamer I like out of the fridge and poured it into the carafe of the heated milk frother. We went about making our breakfast together with gulps and slurps as our soundtrack.

"I have to catch the train," Juan said, rinsing his mug and hanging it. He kissed my son and then gave me a peck on the cheek, clapping Hermes on the shoulder on the way out. "Love you all!"

"I am fond of you as well, human whose name I’ve forgotten," Cosmo replied in English with oatmeal dripping from his beard.

Juan nodded and let the door shut behind him. His unmitigated laughter trailing in his wake.

"This was ... a hearty meal," the seaman wiped his face with the back of his hand and then inspected the smeared mush. "I will return to my quarters to wash up before I report for duty."

"So, how long before the ISEA

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