Page 120 of Playing with Fire

“When I use my magic, bad things happen, like resurrecting two phoenixes at the same time.”

“And?”

“How do you think I found Audrey?”

“A lot of good things happened because of that.” Quinn held me closer and kissed the top of my head. “It just took a while is all.”

“My apartment was bombed when I tried to find out what McGee was up to.”

“You got to move in with me.”

“120 Wall Street.”

“I seem to recall you earned a spanking because of that, which led to one of the best days of my life. In case you’ve forgotten, I spent it worshipping your body.”

He sure had. “Incubus in a bar.”

“We got married. I think I like this. Every time you try to convince me your magic causes some sort of catastrophe, you mention things that directly benefit me. I think that means the best is yet to come. Of course, now that you’ve had your well-earned nap, I think you need to feed me a little powdered joy, then we’re going to be very, very busy for the rest of the day. Tomorrow morning, I’m stealing you away for a while, and we’ll enjoy even more time alone together with no one around to bother us. Then, next month, we’ll get to beat up a bunch of gorgons trying to prove they’re worthy of parenting whelps. It’ll be therapeutic. Best of all, we’ll be at my grandfather’s house. I know firsthand his guest suite is soundproofed and well away from any watchful eyes, so I won’t have to transform before we go to bed. We’ll have a great time. What do you say to that?”

Was he really expecting me to refuse? I wiggled out of his hold and reached for the tiny vial of pixie dust waiting on the nightstand. “Convince me.”

He did.