“Aye, my love, we’ll keep the mushy stuff between the two of us, yes. To the rest of the world, we’ll remain our perfect, mocking, sarcastic selves.”
Lifting her head enough to meet his addictive lips, she whispered against them, “You’ve got a deal, leprechaun.”
With a quick but passionate kiss, Roark pulled away and swept her up in his strong arms. “Come on then, let’s seal this deal, shifter, naked.”
“I do like the tricky way you think, Roark.”
Epilogue
“To our mutual success!” Perfectly cut crystal glasses gleamed brightly in the soft light as Nob and Dora touched their champagne flutes together.
“Yes, my lovely Dora, to our success and to the children of our hearts finally finding love with each other.” Nob sank back into the plush seating, his little legs sticking straight out on the velvet couch. “Might I say you did a wonderful job scaring our charges into each other’s arms. Not to mention giving my Roark a swift kick in the pants that he so desperately needed.”
Dora’s musical laugh filled the elegant room. “Think nothing of it,” she said. “I merely gave them both a tiny shove in the direction they both wished to go anyway.”
Nob saluted her with his almost empty flute. “Yes, but still the mysterious voice coming out of nowhere to torment and tease the man did work splendidly. Roark ran straight into your Calder’s arms.”
“Hmm, yes.” Dora tapped one perfectly painted purple nail against her gloss-shined lips. “Too bad she had to run back to Louisiana to understand it’s no longer home.”
Nob’s craggy features fell into a sorrowful expression. “Yes, but sometimes the only way for a child to grow and fly is to knock them out of the nest first.”
“I suppose,” Dora agreed. Then she drained her glass, tossed the fragile crystal in the air only to wave a hand and the flute disappeared. “We achieved our goal, Nob. You have your Roark settled and happy, as is my beloved Calder. However our success has started me thinking. What if there is more we can do? Together, I mean?”
“More? What exactly are you saying, Dora?”
Leaning forward, eyes sparkling, Dora spoke in a low voice. “For several years my sisters and I have dabbled in matching up mates. Friends’ daughters, neighbors and the like, but with your connections we could expand. Mates can be found for all those we love. The immortals would no longer look for reasons to fight each other, not when their possible mates may part of a different clan, pard, family or species.”
Her words swept through him as understanding dawned. “The wars could be stopped.”
“Maybe not all of them. After all, we are made up of various battle-hungry species, but maybe we could at least remove some of the temptation to declare war.” Dora sat up, a thoughtful but hopeful look crossing her pretty face.
“The idea is brilliant,” Nob agreed. “I know the exact leprechaun who needs a mate desperately.”
“Who is it?”
This time it was Nob who leaned forward, as much as his shorter stature would allow. “His name is Devon Greenleaf. A cockier leprechaun you’ve yet to meet, I assure you.”
“Oh I do like this sound of this. Please tell me more,” Dora encouraged.
And Nob told her exactly how he wanted to pair up his cocky charge, and his suspicions of the young male’s true mate.
About Allie Standifer
Allie Standifer has lived in various places around the world. The gift of travel enables her to create the rhythm and feel of far-off places and feed an overactive imagination. Her life has been one of constant adventure, including growing up in Saudi Arabia, where her brother tried to sell her to Bedouins (for what amounts to less than $1.50). It’s been nonstop; she loves every minute of it.
Ideas, plots, characters and conversations keep her company inside her head and fuel her need to write. And no, they don’t tell her to start fires. :) Tired of everyday stories, Allie adds paranormal twists to her tales. They’re filled with past lives, chain-email-sending oracles, mythical creatures, magic, sexy gods, and heroines who know exactly what they want—and aren’t afraid to go get it.
Free time is spent spoiling two nieces and two nephews, pumping them up on sugar and caffeine and buying very loud toys then sending them back to their parents. The perfect revenge for all the slights of being the youngest child. When not writing or contributing to the delinquency of minors, or trying to outsmart her psycho cat, she spends time with her wonderful and supportive family.
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