Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Kept hurting her?
Maybe . . . maybe he did need Remy’s help.
45
Isa felt nervous as they got closer to Aunt Marie’s. She was sitting in the backseat of Remy’s truck.
Now that they were going to Aunt Marie’s to get things for her Little, she might just slip entirely into being Isa-Bee.
Hugging Razzie tight, she slid her thumb into her mouth. Remy was talking to Loki about his job as a tracker.
Loki worked sporadically. When someone went missing or on the run, he was often called in to find them. He hadn’t been out in a while.
“And that pays well?” Remy asked.
“Yeah, when I’m working it does. Lots of down time. But, thankfully, I don’t need the money.”
“You don’t?”
“Nah, my grandfather left me a large inheritance.”
“Ahh, that explains how you were able to help so many people,” Remy said.
“Yep.” Loki turned to look back at her, frowning slightly. “Tink? You okay?”
Remy glanced into the rearview mirror. “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you still feeling tired?”
She was. Last night was catching up with her. And she’d been a bit breathless earlier when she’d walked to and from the treehouse. Which was kind of worrying since it wasn’t that far from the house. She’d been so busy trying not to show how tired she was that she’d tripped over a silly tree root.
“I’s okay,” she mumbled around her thumb.
“We should have brought her pacifier and a blanket,” Loki said.
“Or put her down for that nap before coming here,” Remy said.
“I don’ts need a nap,” she protested. Not that she had anything against naps. But she didn’t want to miss a moment of being with them. Remy would have to go home tonight and she didn’t like that.
One bit.
“Are you nervous about going to Aunt Marie’s, Isa-Bee?” Loki asked, correctly guessing that she was moving into Little headspace.
Calling her Isa-Bee nudged her over the edge she’d been clinging to.
“Maybe,” she said.
Remy pulled off to the side of the road.
“I’s okay!” she said with alarm. “I wants to go!”
“Hey, it’s all right,” Remy said soothingly. “We’re still going to go. But I think Loki should hop in the back with you and keep you company.”
Oh. Well. That did sound nice.
Loki climbed in the back and slid over to where she was sitting.
“Seatbelt,” she reminded him. Since both men seemed to have an obsession with doing up her seatbelt for her.
He buckled it in and then drew her close, wrapping his arms around her. She breathed him in. He felt like . . . home.
Loki had always been her home.
“Okay, Tink?” he asked, brushing her hair off her face.
She noticed that Remy hadn’t started driving again.
“I’m good.”
“You seem anxious. We don’t have to go to Aunt Marie’s,” he said.
“No, I want to. It’s just . . .”
“Just what?”
“I don’t really know the rules . . . for being out in public. I mean, I know it’s not really public. Aunt Marie will let us have the place to ourselves. But am I allowed to touch you both? What if I slip into Little headspace? Is that okay? Or will I embarrass you?”
To her surprise, Remy opened his door and hopped out. Then he opened the back door next to her and Loki undid both of their belts, scooting her over so she was sitting in the middle of the backseat.
And both men were surrounding her.
“Loki-Remy sandwiches are the best,” she said with a contented sigh.
“Good to know,” Remy said with a kiss to the top of her head. “Now, what’s this about embarrassing us?”
“I just . . . I mean . . . are we telling people? If we go to quiz night do you want me to act the same? Or can I touch you . . . and what about my Little? Only Loki knows about that side of me.”
“All right,” Remy said. “Well, I can answer the first part from my perspective. And that’s that I would never hide my feelings about you. I want everyone to know. About you and I. The three of us. But if that’s something the two of you want to keep quiet, I’ll respect that.”
He didn’t sound happy about it, though.
She glanced up at Loki who grinned down at her. “Tink, you know I’m not going to be able to keep it a secret.”
Relief filled her. “I don’t want to hide how I feel about either of you.”
“Good. That part is settled,” Remy said. “As for your Little. That’s up to you, baby.”
She pressed her fingers together, twisting them. Remy laid his hand on hers, stilling her fingers while Loki lightly squeezed the back of her neck.
“I think I’m ready to tell people. It’s hard for me not to worry about what people might think. My dad and stepmom were always concerned with other people’s opinions. But no one I care about will judge me.”