A Forever Series Box Set: A Paranormal Reverse Harem-(Book 1-5) - Page 449

“That was the second time you wore it. It should in the d

rawer where you got it from that day.”

“No. It is exactly where I want it. A perfect circle that never ends, just like my love for you.” It’s corny but has the desired effect as he smiles at me.

“I want to add more to that. Take me to the hotel in Toronto.”

“What, now?”

“Yes, now.” He takes my hand and I Astral us to the bedroom at the Shangri-La, hoping and praying that housekeeping isn’t knocking about. Fortunately, it is empty. He lets go of my hand and crosses to the bedside cabinet. There is a photo of the two of us in a beautiful silver frame that is new. It was taken the night we went downstairs at the hotel bar last week by, I assume, a fan of Cole’s.

“This is kind of creepy, but it was left for me at Reception,” he says as he sees me notice it. “It’s a nice photo, seemed a waste to trash it.”

I chuckle. “Yes, it definitely falls into the creepy section, but I agree, it is a nice photo. This is what you wanted to bring?”

He shakes his head. “No. This.” He opens the drawer and takes out a little trinket I bought at Casa Loma. He hands it to me. “As dates go, I think it was pretty special. Hunter issues aside.”

“Yes, it was. I enjoyed it. It was…normal.”

“Normal isn’t what I was hoping you would say,” he says dryly.

“Normal is good!” I say emphatically. “Christ knows we have so much abnormal.”

“That is true,” he admits. “Will you put it in your drawer?”

“Our drawer. And yes.” I take his hand and Astral us back to the safe room. I hand it back to him. “You do it.”

He places the key ring carefully next to the receipt and business card. “We need to do more interesting things,” he muses, and I burst out laughing.

“Are you saying I’m not interesting?” To which he bursts out laughing.

“Christ, Liv. I’d prefer it if you were a bit less interesting.”

“I can’t help you there, I’m afraid.”

“I just meant that the things we do together should be more interesting. More, I don’t know… this,” he gestures expansively around the room.

“All in good time, my love.”

He closes the drawer and opens the one underneath just as something to do. It is jam packed with items. He spots a frayed blue ribbon and stares at it.

“I guess this is the Devon drawer,” he says.

I shrug, what can I say?

“This is what I am talking about.”

“Cole, Devon and I have half a millennium of memories. Our drawer will be packed out too in five hundred years. In fact, we will have two drawers,” I say, sliding my fingers into his jeans pocket to pull him closer to me.

“Two drawers? I like the sound of that, but I love the sound of you saying that we will still be together in five hundred years.”

“Of course, we will. We will always be connected as Devon and I are. More so because of our Holy union,” I say before I realize that he misinterpreted my earlier statement. Ah, crap on toast, I need a muzzle, I tell you. He steps back from me. “I see,” he says, which always means he is not happy with me.

“Cole,” I start, but he stops me with a finger to my lips.

“Don’t,” he says. “Whatever it is you want to say, just don’t.” He heaves a big sigh. “Just answer me this. How come you and Devon never got married? I mean it was your plan to begin with, why did you never follow through?”

I frown at him. I’m not happy with this line of questioning. I remember what I said to Devon right after he fed Jess his blood and that we still haven’t discussed. We are heading into dodgy territory here now and I don’t want to talk about it with Cole. Certainly, not before I have spoken with Devon about what I said.

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