decided enough was enough. She'd had a day to get over her snit. Time to move on. He'd sorted out several issues, and had a chat with Faran, who, as far as he could see, had more problems than the rest of them put together. It seemed even tiger shifters could have problems, not the least of which was lovesick staff. Blaine was still immersed in his snit over someone and Marloth was in despair and wouldn't say why. Except he had a 'how to win Meryl over' scenario and could think of nothing else.
Whatever he was going to do, Dylan decided he didn't want to know. Then he could tell Mia in all honesty, that he didn't have a clue. If Mia ever gave him the chance, that was. He appealed to his father for help.
Christophe advised waiting a while. "If you're really serious about her, then woo her. If not?" He'd shrugged.
"Oh, I'm serious, sir. And that's a good idea. Can I have the cottage for a few days?"
"Of course. It is yours."
Dylan nodded his thanks. The cottage had been his since they'd bought the island. But disapproving of what went on there, he had never used it. For all he knew, Blaine could have commandeered it to use for the guests' fantasies.
"No," Christophe read his mind and rebuked him. "The cottage is yours. Not to be used by the business. I'm saddened you'd think otherwise."
"Oh hell, Papa. I forgot about that blasted gift of yours. Which is strange seeing as you passed it on to me. Bloody hell, I'm glad you weren't around the other night."
Christophe laughed. "I didn't need to be. I have faith in you and your abilities, even when you chose not to use them knowingly. Now, do you need any help?"
"Nope, I'll have it under control." He hoped he would, anyhow. Truth to tell, Dylan wasn't at all sure of anything. He daren't even think what Christophe meant, but his father didn't need his gift to know what Dylan meant. The thought of his father knowing what he was thinking, and even worse, what he was getting up to, was scary.
There was a knock on the door. Faran put his head around it.
"Hey, D? I need to shift, and I'm off for a run. I'll do a security check whilst I'm at it." He winked. "Marloth is away in the clouds. He said he'd do the reverse direction, but I'm not holding my breath. I only told him to try and get his senses working again. It's pitiful. Never let me be swayed by a woman."
Dylan nodded, even as he wondered why Faran had told him, not Christophe, before realizing what the wink meant. That part he didn't envy Faran at all. From what he gathered, shifting was uncomfortable, and fraught with problems, not the least was how you told a lover that you just needed to become a tiger and go off into the night for an hour or two. Although, in this case, his help would be invaluable to Dylan, if everything went according to plan.
He wandered around the control room, and checked the spotlights were all on. What he really wanted to do was to go to Mia and love her senseless. Instead, he was stuck in this boring bland room waiting for someone who really wanted to be there, and knew what they were doing, to come and relieve him.
' Damn that man. Why couldn't he just have gone all Rudolph Valentino and whisked me away on his horse?'
Mia's thoughts filled him as clearly as if she'd been speaking to him. Dylan grinned, ignored all the tenets of polite magic he'd ever been taught and listened in.
He listened as Mia muttered to herself. She couldn't sleep, didn't want to read, hadn't really wanted the fluffy omelet Christophe had brought her, but managed a few bites to satisfy him. She had absolutely no idea where her sister was or how to contact her, and she was worried. She felt Meryl was fragile enough without Marloth annoying her. To her disgust, even Christophe had been unable—or unwilling—to help when she asked him. And shit, Blaine was another asshole.
Dylan grinned at her thoughts on the way Christophe had simply answered he 'wasn't at liberty to say'. It seemed his Mia was frustrated, in
Whatever he was going to do, Dylan decided he didn't want to know. Then he could tell Mia in all honesty, that he didn't have a clue. If Mia ever gave him the chance, that was. He appealed to his father for help.
Christophe advised waiting a while. "If you're really serious about her, then woo her. If not?" He'd shrugged.
"Oh, I'm serious, sir. And that's a good idea. Can I have the cottage for a few days?"
"Of course. It is yours."
Dylan nodded his thanks. The cottage had been his since they'd bought the island. But disapproving of what went on there, he had never used it. For all he knew, Blaine could have commandeered it to use for the guests' fantasies.
"No," Christophe read his mind and rebuked him. "The cottage is yours. Not to be used by the business. I'm saddened you'd think otherwise."
"Oh hell, Papa. I forgot about that blasted gift of yours. Which is strange seeing as you passed it on to me. Bloody hell, I'm glad you weren't around the other night."
Christophe laughed. "I didn't need to be. I have faith in you and your abilities, even when you chose not to use them knowingly. Now, do you need any help?"
"Nope, I'll have it under control." He hoped he would, anyhow. Truth to tell, Dylan wasn't at all sure of anything. He daren't even think what Christophe meant, but his father didn't need his gift to know what Dylan meant. The thought of his father knowing what he was thinking, and even worse, what he was getting up to, was scary.
There was a knock on the door. Faran put his head around it.
"Hey, D? I need to shift, and I'm off for a run. I'll do a security check whilst I'm at it." He winked. "Marloth is away in the clouds. He said he'd do the reverse direction, but I'm not holding my breath. I only told him to try and get his senses working again. It's pitiful. Never let me be swayed by a woman."
Dylan nodded, even as he wondered why Faran had told him, not Christophe, before realizing what the wink meant. That part he didn't envy Faran at all. From what he gathered, shifting was uncomfortable, and fraught with problems, not the least was how you told a lover that you just needed to become a tiger and go off into the night for an hour or two. Although, in this case, his help would be invaluable to Dylan, if everything went according to plan.
He wandered around the control room, and checked the spotlights were all on. What he really wanted to do was to go to Mia and love her senseless. Instead, he was stuck in this boring bland room waiting for someone who really wanted to be there, and knew what they were doing, to come and relieve him.
' Damn that man. Why couldn't he just have gone all Rudolph Valentino and whisked me away on his horse?'
Mia's thoughts filled him as clearly as if she'd been speaking to him. Dylan grinned, ignored all the tenets of polite magic he'd ever been taught and listened in.
He listened as Mia muttered to herself. She couldn't sleep, didn't want to read, hadn't really wanted the fluffy omelet Christophe had brought her, but managed a few bites to satisfy him. She had absolutely no idea where her sister was or how to contact her, and she was worried. She felt Meryl was fragile enough without Marloth annoying her. To her disgust, even Christophe had been unable—or unwilling—to help when she asked him. And shit, Blaine was another asshole.
Dylan grinned at her thoughts on the way Christophe had simply answered he 'wasn't at liberty to say'. It seemed his Mia was frustrated, in
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