Page 37 of Little Music of Night

He nodded. “Good. I’m sorry. I think I’ve been so worried about doing something wrong, I didn’t realize everything had been so right.”

“It’s okay,” I murmured, giving him another shoulder kiss. “I am sometimes too demanding.”

“And I sometimes need that.” He turned over in my arms, looking up at me. “I wish that I was more like you sometimes.”

I shook my head. “You are perfect as you are.”

“Far from perfect.”

I bared my sharp teeth playfully. “Are you scared our mate will not love all of you?”

“I know she can,” he said. “Just as you do.”

“But you fear that she may regret it?”

“I suppose.”

“Do you regret our love?”

He gasped. “No. Never. How could you ask me that?”

“Because if I remember correctly, the two of us jumped in just as fast as we are now with Christy, and look at us.”

He made a face, but didn’t disagree. “I suppose you make a good point.”

“I always do.”

He chuckled and laid his head on my chest. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent and wondering if Christy had taken one of her salt baths. I knew how much she loved them, especially when she needed comfort.

I just wished we could be in the bathroom with her . . .

I’d save that idea for future sexcapades.

“Have I ruined everything?” Ray whispered.

“No,” I said. “She was more upset that she felt you did not trust her own judgement.”

“I do,” he said. “I just worry. I let it get in the way.”

“Well, the question is rather simple. She wants us. Do you want her back? Do you want her to be our mate?”

“Yes,” he said immediately. “Of course I do.”

“Then tomorrow morning, we will go to her,” I said. “But for tonight . . . Rest.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I did not sleep, of course. I couldn’t sleep even if I wished to. Despite soothing both my mates, or one mate and one-soon-to-be mate, I was nervous too.

What if she changed her mind?

What if she decided that we were too much?

Too much time to think about how many ways this could all go wrong. But, I had to trust what I knew to be true. Christy was our fated mate and she was meant to be ours.

Ray and I stood outside her apartment door. I’d felt her wake up and had convinced myself to at least give her an hour to enjoy coffee before barging in and sinking my teeth into her neck—consensually.