and a surge of energy coursed through them all.
Aaron’s hand felt melded to Izzy’s. The moment they locked together it was like two powerful magnets meeting.
Izzy’s insides quivered as she focused on his touch. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and fluttered wildly. The heat from his grasp filled her like a deep breath. She exhaled and sent it through to Alina.
Alina couldn’t suppress her smile; theory confirmed.
Gemma’s hands trembled, but she forwarded everyone’s contribution to him.
“I think that’s all we can do,” she said, feeling a push-back from Ty. He wasn’t completely healed, but the color was returning to his face and his breathing became regular again.
Aaron sighed with relief. He was going to be okay.
“Now, how about you tell me where my boyfriend is,” Gemma said, hands on her hips.
Chapter Six
“Well, that was certainly eventful,” Ty said, flexing the stiff new skin stretched over his sore arm. He still didn’t feel quite like himself, but a little nausea wasn’t going to keep him down.
“You’re telling me,” said Trick as Gemma worked on assessing the damage he’d sustained.
“I can’t believe Aaron just left you guys there,” Ty said, feeling guilty.
“I’m glad he did,” said Carson.
“Me too,” Ty admitted.
“Besides, we made out all right, right big guy?” Trick said, nudging Dez with his elbow.
Dez grunted and nodded.
“How did you guys get out of that? It didn’t look too good when I left,” asked Aaron.
“Well,” Trick said, cracking his knuckles and leaning back. Gemma determined that other than one particularly nasty cut, his injuries weren’t worth healing. “It’s all about waiting out your opponent. Finding that perfect window. Waiting until they give you the opportunity and then you strike!” he embellished his story with exaggerating facial expressions and a bit of pantomime.
Carson rolled his eyes, “Dez whistled and I came running. I was enough of a distraction for him to finish it.”
Trick pouted; “I was there, too.”
“Oh, yes. How could I forget? Trick contributed by crying that his ankle was broken,” said Carson.
“I stabbed it, too!”
“Your ankle is fine,” Gemma said, lifting up the end of his pant leg.
“Yeah, well… it hurt,” Trick muttered.
“Well, I never thought that whistle would actually be useful,” Aaron joked.
Dez’s father was a big-time football coach and when Desmond was younger he went to practices with his old man. He could whistle before he could talk and it had only gotten louder and more annoying as he’d gotten older. He particularly enjoyed whistling in someone’s ear after they passed out drunk.
Not that Aaron knew that from experience.
“I have to say, Iz, that was a really great suggestion,” Carson said.
“Yes, somehow, that area has flown completely under our radar,” said Ty, “we’ll have to return there. There’s still so much to do.”
“See? Compromise works,” said Gemma.
Carson smiled and slipped an arm around Gemma’s waist, pulling her close.
“You were right,” he conceded.
“I’m just glad that you’ve given up all of that kiss nonsense,” he added.
Gemma cringed.
Izzy’s smile slipped straight from her face.
“Wait, what? After all of this, you’re going to bring that up again?”
Carson didn’t see what he’d said wrong.
“I… I just meant… Come on, we all know it didn’t happen. It was starting to get a little ridiculous,” he said, feeling backed into a corner.
“Oh… why?” Gemma muttered, hiding her face from what was sure to be another giant blow-out.
“Are you SERIOUS? You have no idea what’s really going on here and you’re going to pass judgment on me? I really thought maybe you’d changed, Carson,” see seemed more disappointed than angry now. For a brief moment everyone was happy and getting along. Why did he have to ruin it by reminding her of her embarrassment?
“Isabel, come on!” Carson
Aaron’s hand felt melded to Izzy’s. The moment they locked together it was like two powerful magnets meeting.
Izzy’s insides quivered as she focused on his touch. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and fluttered wildly. The heat from his grasp filled her like a deep breath. She exhaled and sent it through to Alina.
Alina couldn’t suppress her smile; theory confirmed.
Gemma’s hands trembled, but she forwarded everyone’s contribution to him.
“I think that’s all we can do,” she said, feeling a push-back from Ty. He wasn’t completely healed, but the color was returning to his face and his breathing became regular again.
Aaron sighed with relief. He was going to be okay.
“Now, how about you tell me where my boyfriend is,” Gemma said, hands on her hips.
Chapter Six
“Well, that was certainly eventful,” Ty said, flexing the stiff new skin stretched over his sore arm. He still didn’t feel quite like himself, but a little nausea wasn’t going to keep him down.
“You’re telling me,” said Trick as Gemma worked on assessing the damage he’d sustained.
“I can’t believe Aaron just left you guys there,” Ty said, feeling guilty.
“I’m glad he did,” said Carson.
“Me too,” Ty admitted.
“Besides, we made out all right, right big guy?” Trick said, nudging Dez with his elbow.
Dez grunted and nodded.
“How did you guys get out of that? It didn’t look too good when I left,” asked Aaron.
“Well,” Trick said, cracking his knuckles and leaning back. Gemma determined that other than one particularly nasty cut, his injuries weren’t worth healing. “It’s all about waiting out your opponent. Finding that perfect window. Waiting until they give you the opportunity and then you strike!” he embellished his story with exaggerating facial expressions and a bit of pantomime.
Carson rolled his eyes, “Dez whistled and I came running. I was enough of a distraction for him to finish it.”
Trick pouted; “I was there, too.”
“Oh, yes. How could I forget? Trick contributed by crying that his ankle was broken,” said Carson.
“I stabbed it, too!”
“Your ankle is fine,” Gemma said, lifting up the end of his pant leg.
“Yeah, well… it hurt,” Trick muttered.
“Well, I never thought that whistle would actually be useful,” Aaron joked.
Dez’s father was a big-time football coach and when Desmond was younger he went to practices with his old man. He could whistle before he could talk and it had only gotten louder and more annoying as he’d gotten older. He particularly enjoyed whistling in someone’s ear after they passed out drunk.
Not that Aaron knew that from experience.
“I have to say, Iz, that was a really great suggestion,” Carson said.
“Yes, somehow, that area has flown completely under our radar,” said Ty, “we’ll have to return there. There’s still so much to do.”
“See? Compromise works,” said Gemma.
Carson smiled and slipped an arm around Gemma’s waist, pulling her close.
“You were right,” he conceded.
“I’m just glad that you’ve given up all of that kiss nonsense,” he added.
Gemma cringed.
Izzy’s smile slipped straight from her face.
“Wait, what? After all of this, you’re going to bring that up again?”
Carson didn’t see what he’d said wrong.
“I… I just meant… Come on, we all know it didn’t happen. It was starting to get a little ridiculous,” he said, feeling backed into a corner.
“Oh… why?” Gemma muttered, hiding her face from what was sure to be another giant blow-out.
“Are you SERIOUS? You have no idea what’s really going on here and you’re going to pass judgment on me? I really thought maybe you’d changed, Carson,” see seemed more disappointed than angry now. For a brief moment everyone was happy and getting along. Why did he have to ruin it by reminding her of her embarrassment?
“Isabel, come on!” Carson
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