“Do you know where Robin lives?” Maelin asked.
“Would you take me there?”
“I could.” He frowned. “He’ll probably be sleeping, though.”
“I know. But there’s a small chance that he’ll be awake when we come.”
LM shook his head. “It doesn’t seem all that likely to me.”
Even if he is asleep, I’ll figure something out. I can’t go back home without him.”
LM lowered his gaze. “I can’t go back home.” he repeated softly. “I understand that.”
“Will you take me to Robin?”
He raised his gaze to Jeff’s face. Some of the Laura!‘s had dripped down from the top of his head to his forehead and hung like bangs in his eyes.
LM reached forward and tried to smooth the stretched out words off his forehead.
Jeff put his hand on the half-fey’s wrist. “Will you help her?”
LM looked into his eyes. He saw all of the man’s hurt and pain and regrets.
He saw all of Jeff’s kindness and love.
I can trust him. Maybe not to the level that I trusted Capernaum, but I can trust him.
“Hey, could you drop me off at my place?” Hildreth asked. “I have some last minute things to do.”
“Oh?” Elsie stopped at a red light. “Like what?”
“Ahh, can’t say. It involves top secret stuff.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Does it have anything to do with your madcap scheme?”
“Madcap scheme…Now, there’s a good phrase. Wait. Which madcap scheme are you talking about?”
She let out a surprised laugh. “What? You have more than one going on inside your head?”
“At all times, baby. Because I’m just so awesome that way.”
She grinned and shook her head. “I meant your crazy idea about all of you guys carrying your weapons to our wedding.”
“Aww, Els. That isn’t crazy. That’s awesome! Just try to imagine what that would look like.”
“I’d rather not. Are you really going to do it?”
He gave her a quick, teasing kiss. “You’ll find out tomorrow.”
“You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
He waved his index finger in disapproval. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Rephrasing the question into a statement won’t do you any good, Vansing. My succulent, manly lips are locked and sealed.”
“Oh, they are, are they?” She put her hand on his knee. “Maybe I know how to unlock and unseal them.”
His body tingled in anticipation.
Come on, Elsie. Move your hand higher. Come on.
She fanned her fingers out.
The car behind them blared furious staccatos and sustained notes of rage.
Elsie sighed. “But this isn’t the time or place.”
“It could be.”
The car behind them turned nearly hysterical with rage.
“It isn’t.” Elsie moved her hand back to the steering wheel.
He let out a small, frustrated moan.
“It’s just one more night, Hildreth.”
“One more night plus a few extra hours. You know, it’s going to be those last few hours that are going to totally kill me.”
“And, what?” She drove through the green light to keep the car behind them from turning into a rage volcano. “You think it won’t kill me?”
“You? Nah. You are the fiercest woman I have ever known. Something as simple as waiting a few hours isn’t going to kill you.” He quietly admired her. “It would take something a lot more dramatic to kill off the mighty Elsie Vansing.”