Less bitching...more learning.

...that left Francesca to slink into the chair opposite us. My feeling of superiority was short-lived, however, when she settled herself down and then crossed her legs. I didn't need a mirror to know my whole face had just turned red. With a hemline up to her thighs that gesture didn't leave anything to the imagination. Bones curled his fingers around mine and squeezed. His hand was still warmed from our contact moments ago. That's how fast he had to grab me again to keep me sitting where I was instead of yanking off my jacket to make her a pair of panties.

It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other.

Did you really think I'd ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.

She's my kitten, and no one else's.

Bones has always been smart," I muttered. "His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy." Cat

I'm sorry I can't give you the normal life you wanted, but I promise to adore you every day for the rest of your new one.