“Tabby, love you, honey but you’re kinda freakin’ me out,” Shy admitted.“I don’t know what to do,” I confessed.“About what?”“Being this happy.”Then he said, his voice rough, “Start now.”“Pardon?” I asked.“Start now,” he repeated.“Shy – ““Start now, Tabitha. Start gettin’ used to it.”

“Sweetheart, look at me" Hank whispered.I looked at him, he moved inside me and it felt delicious."Ït starts now" he told me.I moved with him, i wasn't really focusing on what he was saying, mainly because it was building again and i could feel it coming."What starts now?" i asked.You and me".He moved faster, pressed harder, went deeper.Good god."What?" i asked dazedly."You and me", he said again”

“Your dad just threw down and I just laid it out,” Shy started when I didn’t speak. “Now’s the time to share, Tabby.”“I love you,” I whispered. “Good, but don’t say that shit to me three feet away. Get the fuck over here.”I launched off on a foot, took one step and flew through the air. Shy, as he’d been doing awhile, caught me. I wrapped my limbs around him and looked down in his beautiful green eyes. “I love you,” I whispered again.”

“It’s not classified information, Chace. You can read all about it on Wookieepedia.”His body started shaking again, as did his voice when he asked, “Wookieepedia?”“Stop making fun at me when I’m pissed,” I snapped.“Wookieepedia?” Chace repeated, his body now rocking, taking mine and the bed with it.”

“Shy, she’s yours, that’s what you say. Control your woman,” High demanded. “Get her ass out.”My eyes went to Shy to see him looking at High, and he wasn’t looking pissed. He was looking reflective. Then he said, “Tab and I don’t play it that way. You wanna order your old lady around, do what you do, not for me to say. I asked her to go, she didn’t go. Not gonna make her. But you try, you’ll deal with me.”God, I loved my guy.”

“Stop talking now," I whispered because if he didn't I'd start crying."You asked.""Okay, I did, but you need to stop talking now.""Baby-"I looked down at the cookie sheet. "And don't be nice anymore, I prefer you annoying.”

“What?” I asked, deciding to go with uppity. “Enjoying yourself?” Hank asked, his mouth twitching. “No,” I said angrily. “I’m dead. Now I have to run all the way back to my lifeless body and get my stuff. The orcs and trolls will be hanging around and we’ll have to fight them and I can’t do that without my good armor. I’ll have to use the crappy stuff I have stashed in my trunk. I had a really good sword and helmet and now they’re gone. That just plain sucks.” Hank stared at me. Then he said, “You do know I don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about.” “Diablo,” I replied, like that explained it all.”