Page 230 of Sky’s Edge

The facts: Catla Truelock, 31, is the director of an art gallery in Nocturn, Tempera. She recently scored a showing of the venerated but reclusive artist, Terrinton’s latest works. She’s an honors graduate of Duepur University, majoring in art and art history. She’s the sole heiress to the famed Truelock fortune. And it has been confirmed by the Celestial Palace that she is in the inner circle of Laura, the True Bride…

It went on with tidbits about me, all true, all trivial, all positive.

What was not trivial was…

In the meantime, I expect it.

Damn, my male was a good male.

I nabbed my Palm and typed in, You and Mira didn’t let grass grow.

To which he didn’t wait to reply, You saw it?

It’s mega.

Pleased you approve. Then came, Can you lunch with me?

“Just try to keep me away,” I muttered to my Palm.

I can carve out the time.

He sent that small heart growing to the big one and exploding.

And I smiled.

I felt my hair brushed away from my neck.

Then I felt a kiss there.

My eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning, my love,” Tanyn whispered.

“Morning,” I mumbled.

“Go back to sleep,” he urged.

I felt his lips at my temple.

Vaguely.

Because I was already asleep.

Late morning, I was giving my cute snow boots another workout by standing in the half inch of snow covering the garden, and throwing a ball for Hurley, when I felt his approach.

Hurley abandoned me and raced to his daddy.

I just turned to his daddy.

“Hey,” I greeted.

When Tanyn arrived at me, he bent to take the ball from Hurley, threw it (a lot farther then I could), then rested his hand on my hip and angled in for a quick kiss.

“Hey,” he said when it was done.

“Taking a break from kingly duties?” I joked.

“In a manner,” he replied and bent again when Hurley returned with the ball. He sent it sailing and came back to me. “Mostly, we’ve heard from the chemists who were analyzing the results of the blood taken from our prisoners.”