Page 39 of Were-Geeks Save a Kitten

“What?”

Kit couldn’t believe Yordan would want to wager on their love. Their relationship was an hour old. Nothing was assured, but Yordan shrugged.

“Relationships are tricky, vague things,” Yordan said. “We can twist it as much as he can.”

Which made it a terrible thing to wager on, but Yordan looked supremely unconcerned.

“Our relationship is something we control,” he continued. “Not him. That’s the best bet there is.”

Gamfay clapped his hands together and rubbed them greedily. “I smell a bet.”

Meanwhile, Coffee squeezed Yordan’s arm. “Be careful,” he murmured. “He’s a slippery bastard.”

Thank you, Mr. Obvious. All fairies were slippery, but that didn’t slow down this train. The fairy rocked back on his heels and looked at them with a merry smile. “I like you guys and I’m in a generous mood, so I’ll make it simple. I’ll bet that I can end your happily ever after together with one true statement. If I can’t, you get Dwayne here, free and clear. But if I do...” He waggled his eyebrows and held up two more leashes. “You’re mine.”

“No—” Kit returned. He was not going to let Yordan risk enslavement, but Yordan didn’t give him the chance.

“I agree, but you get me alone, not Kit.”

“For God’s sake, Yordan! Would you slow down?”

The man didn’t answer. He was too busy squaring off with the evil game show host. “One for one is fair.”

“But the question is about the two of you.”

“Don’t care. You get me or nothing.”

“Hmmm,” said Gamfay as he looked at Kit. “I’ll go with nothing.” Then he and Coffee winked out.

Shit, shit, shit. “Yordan, you have got to get a grip. We either work together on this or not at all.”

Yordan shook his head. “I’m not risking you on some fucking fairy—”

“Both our names are on that page,” Kit nearly screamed. “Both of us are in this relationship. You’ve got to stop going it alone, or this is never going to work.” And by “this,” he meant their relationship, the fairy deal, and their working together. “You aren’t alone anymore. Unless you make it that way.”

He saw that information filter in. He watched Yordan’s stubborn shoulders slide down as his expression softened. “I’m trying to protect you,” he finally murmured.

“And I want to protect you, but you know it doesn’t work that way. We’ve got to take the risk together. Especially if we’re risking our relationship.”

“Listen, it’s an easy bet,” Yordan said. “He can’t change the way I feel about you. There’s not a damn thing that I’d believe out of his lying mouth. So if you feel good about us—”

“Of course I do.” That was a rash thing to say after less than a day of honest communication between them, but Kit was certain how he felt. After all, he’d been feeling it for years.

“Then we’re good. We win,” Yordan said.

Too easy. This was too fucking easy for a fairy bet. But they didn’t have any other options.

“We’ve got to do it together,” Kit said firmly, and he waited until Yordan finally agreed.

“Fine. Together.” Then he leaned over to kiss Kit, but before their mouths could touch, Coffee and Gamfay were back. They blinked in with a hearty ho, ho, ho that made both of them jump.

“Do we have a deal, then?” Gamfay asked.

Kit dropped his hands on his hips. “Give me the particulars. Slowly.”

Gamfay chuckled. “Dwayne, show your friends the game, shall we?”

They turned and saw Coffee prancing about, this time dressed as a game show girl, long skirt, bright lipstick, and all. He set down a podium with a large red button on it. Above it hung an arrow pointing straight up between TRUTH on one side and FALSE on the other.