Vampire Most Wanted(88)
“You two know each other?” Mirabeau asked with surprise.
“That business with Vincent and Jackie,” Tiny said solemnly.
“Oh yes.” Mirabeau nodded at once and smiled apologetically at Marcus. “You and Christian arrived in time to help with the turn and what followed.”
Marcus nodded. “I saw the two of you at the big multi-wedding as well, but you were both a bit distracted and then gone, of course, on your secret mission. I’m glad that worked out all right.”
“There were a couple of close moments, but it turned out better than all right in the end,” Tiny said with a grin, slipping his free hand through Mirabeau’s.
Marcus nodded as they shared a smile and muttered, “I should be so lucky.”
Mirabeau glanced to him quickly. “Jackie told us about you and Divine. She might be Basha, but no one’s sure.”
Marcus grimaced and nodded.
“But Jackie says she’s pretty sure that if Divine is Basha, she can’t be rogue like Lucian thinks,” Tiny added solemnly. “And I’ve never known Jackie to be wrong. Things will work out.”
“From your mouth to God’s ear,” Marcus said, running a weary hand through his hair. He shouldn’t be tired, he’d just woken up for God’s sake, but he was as exhausted as if he hadn’t slept at all.
“It’s the situation,” Mirabeau said sympathetically, as if he’d spoken his thoughts aloud. And he might as well have, he supposed. His mind was apparently an open book right now to everyone.
“Yeah, well, we’ve all been there, so can sympathize,” Tiny said gently.
“Yeah,” Marcus drew out the word and then asked wryly, “Do you think you could stop doing that and maybe only address things I say out loud?”
“We could try,” Mirabeau said with amusement.
“I’d appreciate that,” Marcus assured her.
“Why don’t you come over here and stick some Popsicle sticks in apples and we’ll try to sort out how you can convince Divine that she is your life mate and should accept you as hers,” Tiny suggested, waving him over.
“She knows she’s my life mate,” Marcus muttered, accepting the bag of Popsicle sticks Tiny held out to him and then moving in front of an empty tray with a basket of apples beside it. “At least she should after last night.”
“I’m afraid the issue isn’t that she hasn’t accepted that he is her life mate,” Mirabeau commented, taking a stick from his bag and showing him how to stick it in the apple and place it on the tray. It was a pretty simple procedure. Still, examples were always good.
“No,” Tiny agreed, moving back to stirring his pots. “It’s convincing her that she can have him.”
“She can have me,” Marcus assured them, stabbing an apple. “Anytime, anywhere, anyhow.”
“Yeah. I feel you, buddy,” Tiny said with amusement.
Mirabeau rolled her eyes as the men shared a wry smile, and then said seriously, “But she doesn’t think you’ll want her for a life mate once you know she’s Basha Argeneau.”
Marcus stiffened, his head slowly turning to the woman. It was Tiny who said with surprise, “You’re sure she’s Basha?”
Mirabeau nodded solemnly. “It’s right there in her thoughts, plain as day.”
“I didn’t get that,” Tiny said with a frown.