Chapter 20
Twenty
Kendra
AT LONG LAST, Kendra and Trick were on the bed.
They were in the bed. After wasting much too much time being frustrated, they’d propped the door back in place and moved the heavy washstand against it.
Their mouths were fused together, and Trick’s hands were going everywhere, and Kendra’s heart was racing, and everything felt heavenly—
Scccrrrape…
BANG!
Kendra wrenched her lips from Trick’s. “Do not dare come in here!” she hollered, rolling over to see the door on the floor again—and the washstand halfway into the room.
“Are you ready for dinner?” Cas called.
Or maybe that was Pol. She never could tell the two of them apart when she could only hear but not see them.
Trick’s hands on her had stilled. Mostly. “Hush,” he whispered. “Maybe they’ll leave us alone.”
“We’re not going to leave you alone,” Cas or Pol said. “Everyone is waiting for you for dinner. Make haste—we want to skate!”
Kendra rolled away from her husband and plunked a pillow over her face.
Trick made a curious noise. “What are you doing?”
In answer, she simply screamed.