The Valkyrie's Guardian (39 page)

Oh Jack, baby. You shouldn't have.

Only the best for your birthday.
He flashed her a hungry kaleidoscope-green stare as he stood. He took her hand and swooped her into his arms.

This is very romantic. I'm impressed.

The kids were already busy inventing a contraption with the materials Jack brought them. Last time they'd made a castle, and it sounded like this time it would be an aircraft carrier, if Will got his way. That gave her at least an hour alone with Jack, maybe an hour and a half.

He paused to check the locks and punch in the code on the alarm console.
I got dinged on the shoulder yesterday. Will you patch it up? Then I thought maybe we could soak in the bathtub and I'll rub your feet.

Ooh, so you want to play doctor. Nice.

Yeah, and then I'll show you your birthday present.
He checked over his shoulder to be certain the kids were engrossed in their project, then stepped into the bedroom and closed the door with his foot.

Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks.

Her muses are summoned by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. Moriah lives in Las Vegas with her husband and four children.

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