Page 23 of Silent Stalker
I laughed and headed for the door leading to our penthouse. “Admit it, Emerick. You like it.”
“Just because I happen to enjoy the tricky ways of women grouped together to hunt for and slay my pride does not mean it should be done on a nightly basis.”
“Then work on becoming a more moderate green by the next time you’re tested, Mr. Lowrance.”
“Rachella, please inform any who ask that I will be very busy for the rest of the evening. It seems my wife has issued a challenge.”
“Please do not excessively drain your wife of her blood, and if you do decide to become enthusiastic in how much you consume, check the Wagyu supply before you bite,” Rachella replied. “Enjoy your evening, Pepper.”
As I’d signed myself up for an excellent nap leading up to some of the best rest of my life, I grinned, waved, and skipped into the penthouse.
“I do believe she is requesting to get bit, Master Lowrance.”
“I may not have had the honor of being her husband for long, but I have learned she loves nothing more than a good nap, which I’m about to deliver. It is a burden I must bear, I suppose.”
Both Salania and Rachella laughed.
