Onyx rolled his eyes.
“You’re imagining things. She’s a stranger, who has way too much time on her
hands.”
Ice stretched. “Is that
the last of it?”
Onyx nodded. “The only
thing left to do is dodge to press outside.”
Ice swore softly. The last
thing he wanted to do was talk to the press. He loved to write, but he hated
the trappings that came with being a best-selling author. If Onyx wasn’t there
to manage the public, Ice probably would have snapped. He glanced at his lover
and felt his lips soften in small smile. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
he asked.
Onyx looked at him
surprised. He gave Ice an answering smile. “Not lately. What brought that on?”
“I just realized how much
I rely on you to handle the public and press. You just saw that I needed an
assistant and took on those tasks in addition to caring for our home and
children. Thank you.”
He leaned over and brushed his lips against Onyx’s.
“You’re welcome, but are
you sure you want to indulge in public displays. That kiss will probably be all
over the news.” He nodded toward the windows where the paparazzi were busy
snapping pictures.
“I don’t care. I’ve never
tried to hide my preferences, as long as you don’t mind being outed.”
“No. Shall we go face the
ravening horde outside?”
Ice laughed and offered
his arm. “Come, Sancho, let’s go slay some windmills.”
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