Chapter 7 Home is Where the Heart Is
seven
home is where the heart is
Liam
Years of tension had sloughed off during last night’s drive back to Carlisle Creek, and I arrived feeling lighter than I had in years.
I’d fallen asleep within minutes and slept better than I had during my entire time away—a remarkable feat considering the B it’s not porn.
They read spicy romance, and this month they chose a sci-fi theme.
They’re reading books from a series called Hot Dudes, Hotter Planet.
Big, masculine alien men with big magical alien you know whats.
..” She cocked an eyebrow meaningfully before continuing, “…for pleasuring the unsuspecting maidens deposited on their planet.”
I chuckled again before realizing she was serious. “Thanks for the heads-up. I’ll head over now.”
Alien porn, huh? I thought to myself as I left the pet store and crossed the street. Is that what Maya liked? What’s so special about alien dicks, anyway?
I pulled open the door to Bishop’s and stepped inside, the familiar scents of books and coffee wrapping me in warmth. “Honey, I’m home.”
I couldn’t see Maya, but an exasperated sigh from behind a nearby shelf told me she was close. The sound went straight to my dick, and I chuckled at how ridiculous that response was.
“You don’t live here,” she snarled. “This isn’t your home.”
“Well, you know what they say: home is where the heart is.”