Brenna hid a grin. The king’s deadly bodyguard had a thing for feng shui. “Maybe you’re right.”
Max lifted the heavy oak with one hand to carry it across the room. “When did you say Jase would be back?”
She hadn’t. “Soon.” Probably.
“Okay.” Max loped over to the demolished window and tugged a shard from the top frame. At well over six feet, the hulking soldier came in handy. Humming to himself, he ran his hand along the entire length, dropping glass to the floor. “These might fall on somebody,” he murmured.
The front door opened, and he pivoted, instantly on alert.
Brenna stilled. There was the killer with the reputation people whispered about. She turned and smiled. “Hi, Jase. Max was just helping me with the tables.”
Amusement lightened Jase’s eyes. “Max is actually a great decorator.”
Max snorted. “I don’t mind embracing my softer side.”
Brenna chuckled. There was nothing soft about any of the vampires. “We need more furniture.”
“How about we go buy some?” Jase asked.
Was he serious? Brenna leaned against the wall. “Now?”
“Yes.” Jase frowned at the missing windows. “We should have replacement glass soon, so we might as well furnish the room.”
Her heart pitter-pattered. Jase wanted to go buy furniture with her? Like a real married couple? “What about Garrett? I mean, we can’t just leave.”
“The best people in the world are working on finding Garrett. The second they have a lead, they’ll call us.” Jase nodded toward the sofa table. “I like the table on the other wall.”
Max shook his head. “Amateur.”
“Hmph.” Jase surveyed Max. “Are you here to see me?”
“Yes. How was your visit with Lily?” Max asked.
“Good.” Jase frowned. “Why?”
“I was being polite. Has she hit you with the ruler yet?” Max absently rubbed his thigh.
Jase grinned. “Not yet, but I’m sure it’ll happen. What can I help you with, Max?”
Max prowled toward the door. “I need to collect all of the Degoller Stars from you. The king wants them put away.”
Jase stilled. “No.”
Max rubbed his chin. “I have an order.”
“No,” Jase said levelly.
Max paused by the door. “Okay-dokey.”
Brenna frowned. “That’s it?”
Max shrugged. “Yep. I’m not getting between two Kayrs brothers.”
“You’re a brother, too,” Jase muttered.
“Exactly.” Max shoved past Jase to the front porch. “Which means I get to stay out of this one. Thank God,” he muttered as he loped down the steps.
Jase turned back toward Brenna. “That was odd.”
Not really. Centuries ago, the Kayrs family had taken in Max, making him one of them. As family, Max had wanted to check up on Jase. The hulk had a sweet side. “Are you serious about going furniture shopping?”
Jase shuffled his feet. “Yes, it’ll be nice to get away from headquarters for an afternoon.”
Yeah, it would. Brenna smiled, her heart lighter than it had been for days. “I do love shopping.”
Jase’s smile seemed forced. “Ah, me, too.”
Brenna snorted. “I’m sure.” A vampire shopping for furniture? This was going to be an afternoon to remember.
Jase sprawled on the zillionth leather couch he’d sat on that afternoon. “What’s wrong with this one?”
Brenna twisted to see around a tall clock. “That’s real leather.”
“So?”
“So, one of your brothers married a vegan who will light it on fire if it’s in our house.” Brenna leaned down and grabbed his hand. “I kind of agree with her, actually. Come on, there’s a faux leather ensemble over behind the dining room table I love.”
He tugged back just enough to tumble her into his lap, contenting himself with the feel of woman in his arms. “I refuse to sit on any more sofas.”
She chuckled and tried to lever herself away from him. “Knock it off.”
“No.” He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of Ireland. Warmth flushed down his torso, and his jeans became too tight.
The loud clearing of a throat caught his attention. The shop owner peered down his pointed nose. “Sir. I’ve already asked you twice to stop the shenanigans.” He patted his slicked-back hair and nodded toward two human females watching. “You’re causing a scene.”
The two middle-aged women had been watching Jase since he’d walked into the store, and one kept fanning herself. Maybe she was having heart problems or something. Jase stood and whipped out a credit card with no limit. “We’ll take the dining set, the sofa set behind that, the clock, and all of the office furniture my, ah, wife has tagged.”
The man straightened, a blush spreading across his face as he was suddenly all teeth. “Excellent. Very good, sir. I’ll go write these up.” He tripped over a potted plant in his hurry toward the cash register.
Jase shook his head and stood, settling Brenna on her feet. Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate. Nothing happened.
Brenna elbowed him in the gut. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to make it rain in here.” He opened his eyes. “But no altering the air for me today.” Someday he hoped to regain the skill. Tangling his fingers with hers, he tugged her toward the counter.
She stumbled, glancing at a dining room set in the window. “Maybe—”
“No.” God, if he didn’t get out of there, he was going to start flashing fangs.
“But—”
That was it. Turning, he yanked her against him and slid his mouth over hers, kissing her hard. Heat roared between his ears and down his spine to pool in his groin. Releasing her and leaning back, he studied her flushed face. “Somebody so sweet shouldn’t be so damn sexy,” he rumbled.
Twin “ahs” came from the women behind the potted plants.
Brenna grinned. “You just can’t behave.”
“If you cared about me, you’d set this place on fire.” He was only half-joking.
Her eyes sparkled, while her smile slid away. “I do care about you. Probably too much.”
The temptation to slide into such honest sweetness grabbed him around the heart.
The owner cleared his throat. Again. “For an additional ten percent, we can deliver your furniture today.”
Jase kept his gaze on his woman. “Somebody will pick it up later today.” He turned and flashed his teeth. “Be nice to them. They’re not nearly as polite as I am.”
The guy paled.
Jase signed, accepted his card, and bulldozed Brenna out of the store before she could change her mind. “You promised me ice cream if I bought you the dining room set.”
She slipped her small hand into his and pointed down the sidewalk. “There’s a place down there.” As they passed teenagers on skateboards, joggers with yapping dogs, and little old ladies with puffed hair and brightly colored purses, Brenna snuggled into his side. “It feels weird to be doing normal stuff.”
A kid dressed in all black careened a skateboard by the elderly ladies, grabbing a pink purse and angling away from Jase.
Jase manacled the kid by the throat, lifting him several feet as the board crashed into a parking meter. “Give it back.”
The kid’s eyes widened, popping out. He held the purse away, and the woman reached for it. “Bad boy.” Tucking it to her ample chest, she smiled at Jase. “Thank you, young man.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jase smiled and dropped the kid. He ran across the street.
Brenna sighed. “Now that’s normal for us.”
Jase looked up at the ice cream sign. “Let’s get a snack, and then we need to get home. We should have news on Garrett.”
Reality just wouldn’t stay away, no matter how much he wanted to pretend.