Accidentally...Over?(31)

Great. Now Máax felt like a veritable douche. "Niccolo, I sympathize, but I'm not leaving with you."

"Then we will take the girl. I'm sure you'll come on your own, then."                       
       
           



       

Máax's blood fizzed. "Don't you fucking touch her."

"We would never harm her, Máax, but come to your senses. The end grows  nearer with every passing second, and if you've truly derailed our last  hope for salvation-"

"Very well. I will come with you, but I want twenty-four hours."

Niccolo scratched his chin, mulling.

"Otherwise," Máax added, "I will continue fighting. And you have to ask  yourself how many of your suits and men you're willing to sacrifice for a  mere one day of difference."

Niccolo ran his hand over his dark hair and blew out a breath. "I can  give you until tonight. Four hours. But that is the best I can do, Máax.  Then we will take you to the gods and sort out this shizzle."

Máax cringed. Someone really needed to keep this ex-vampire away from UD.

"Agreed," Máax said. "Now, fuck off."

Niccolo dipped his head-"Aloha, mi amigo"-and left out the back door.

Great. Now what? He had four hours to work things out with Ashli, which  included coming clean about his lie. But if he didn't set the stage  properly, she would never understand, never forgive him.

He turned to start cleaning up the mess they'd made and stubbed his toe on the leg of the kitchen table.

"Ow. Matrem fututor." Gods, I miss clothing. Especially shoes. Of  course, his feet would be getting a long, long rest once his brethren  got a hold of him. They would show zero mercy now that they knew he'd  brought Ashli forward against Cimil's instruction. Of course, Cimil's  prophecy made absolutely no sense. It had been impossible to keep Ashli  alive in her time. Cimil's prophecy was useless. Or a trick. Maybe.

Yet somehow, he didn't give a damn. Given the opportunity, he'd do it  all over again. Sure, he wanted to throw himself at Ashli's feet like a  giant sappy mortal and beg for mercy. Not for immortalizing her without  her permission, mind you, but for being such a colossal prick. Not that  he could help it. After all, he was who he was. A deity. Ergo, prick.

But what was the point to ask forgiveness: (a) He was a god. Gods did  not ask for forgiveness. (Yes. Giant pricks, the whole lot of them.) And  (b) there was absolutely nothing-not her anger, not his impending  punishment, nothing-that could possibly inspire regret for what he'd  done. He'd gotten her out of immediate danger.

Great. So I ask again, now what?

He rubbed his unshaved jaw. Damn, he needed a shave. Where was a unicorn when you needed one?

Ashli burst into the kitchen through the back door, tears staining her  exquisite face: pert nose, catlike eyes, and a mouth that held one of  those permanent pouts. Just looking at her lips made him harder than a  diamond wheel.

"Máax! Máax?" she screamed.

He rushed to her side. "Sanctum sanctorum cacas. Please don't tell me you almost died again?"

"More Latin? Really?" She wiped the tears from under her eyes, eyes that  were once a gorgeous hazel but now had the mark of the gods. Turquoise,  just like his. A small price to pay, he supposed.

"Forget it," she said. "Just send me back. Right now! I don't care if I die; I can't stay here."

"Hell no."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"That was English so I know you understood, but let me repeat it. Hell. No."



Ashli knew that the words coming from her mouth might seem outlandish  and rash, but who cared? It was her life, and she didn't want to live it  in this place. There was nothing left for her. Nothing but goddamned  Monkeyccino's!

"What do you mean, ‘Hell. No'?"

"Ashli." Máax's hand slid down her arm. "I realize things are different here, but give it some time, I'm sure-"

"Monkeyccino's? You turned my café into a twig and berries buffet! No.  Take me back right now so I can undo it." She found his hand and  attempted to tug him toward the door.

"Ashli." He stood firm. And dammit, with his enormous size, making him  go anywhere he didn't want to go would be like moving a tree stump with a  pair of tweezers.                       
       
           



       

Maybe he's ticklish. She jabbed for his armpit and missed.

"What are you doing, woman?" he asked as she attempted to locate the strategic spot.

Bingo! She slid her hand under his arm and began wiggling her fingers.

"Ashli? Why are you molesting my underarm? While I admit I enjoy it, the behavior is a bit peculiar."

Ugh! It wasn't working. She dropped her hand. Of course! Why would gods be ticklish? They were too powerful for that!

"Ashli?"

She made a little snarl. "You have to take me back."

"I do not want to do that, and even if I did, I cannot. The tablet I use  to access the portal in this time is currently located in Arizona."

Grrrrr. "You're lying again, aren't you?"

"Why have you taken up growling?" he asked. "You do realize that is my move, yes?"

"Don't you change subjects, you lying sonofabitch."

"Perhaps I deserved that," he replied, "but I promise you-"

"Prove it." She pointed outside. She wanted to see the truth with her own eyes. Trust was a fragile thing, and he'd broken hers.

"Very well," he grumbled.

They went outside to the spot where he'd buried the tablet twenty years ago. He dug down a few feet and sure enough, nothing.

"I'm certain the tablet washed into the ocean during one of the many hurricanes," he said.

"Then take me to Arizona." She didn't want to stay a moment longer.

"Your request makes absolutely no sense, which means that either you are  not telling me everything or you have gone mad. Or you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk. Or mad." Fresh tears welled in her eyes, and she turned  away. She didn't want him to see her cry. She was stronger than this.

Okay. No she wasn't, but she really, really wanted to pretend.

"Ashli," Máax said with a sweet, sympathetic boyfriendy kind of voice, "tell me what is troubling you."

"That house," she sniffled, "and that café were the only things I had  left of my parents, Máax. And now they're gone. It feels like I lost my  family all over again." She turned toward him. "Why didn't you tell me  everything would change?"

"If I had known how much they meant to you, I would have explained that  things may be different twenty years ahead. But I am unused to thinking  that way. After living tens of thousands of years, I no longer attach  myself to material things. I barely notice them." Máax's hand cradled  her cheek and sparked tingles all over her face. "I am sorry. I did not  understand." He pulled her into his body and held her close. That might  have felt comforting except for the fact he was buck naked. Somehow  those two didn't go together.

She pulled back and cleared away her tears. Máax was silent for several  moments, but she heard the faint sound of his beard being scratched.  When would that man shave?

"I will take you to Arizona on one condition," he said.

"What?" she asked quietly.

"You take a swim with me. And you do more of that thing with your  fingers. Okay. Those are two conditions, but so be it. I am a god, and  this is my prerogative."

Was he out of his mind? A swim? At a time like this? And he wanted to be tickled? "Hell. No," she said, to use his own words.

He laughed in an arrogant, pleased sort of way.

"I don't see what's so funn-"

Máax pulled her into him and pressed his warm lips against hers. The  kiss instantly dissolved her anger. His touch, his smell, the way his  velvety, strong lips slid against her mouth made her forget why she'd  been angry. Or worried. Or that he'd asked her to tickle him-weird.

Wait a second!

She pulled back and slapped him.

"Ow. What the diabolus!" he barked.

"You can't do that kissing thing! It's cheating," she hissed.

Máax laughed with that deep, deep seductive voice. "Perhaps. But can I  help that our connection is so powerful, my little time kangaroo?"

Time kangaroo? What the- He pulled her back-to his naked, naked, hard  body …  sigh-once again and seized her mouth. She struggled, but he hung  on. Dammit, the man knew it was only a matter of moments before …