He really needed an attitude adjustment and fast if this was going to work.
But then he made up for it by doubling the owner’s asking price if the guy could fit in my project in the next few days and put in the plants I already had and would be purchased by the time they would be there. I practically skipped back into the house after that.
“I take it I’m forgiven then,” Conall chuckled as he slid his hand into mine as we entered the garage.
“I’m starting to come around to your way,” I teased, shooting him a smile. “You just have to remember I’m not some ditzy maiden or whatever you’re used to. I’m competent, just with too much on my plate. I’m not denying I need help. I don’t need a master though.”
“I understand. I will learn to make the distinction.” He stopped and tugged on my hand so I halted as well. “Let’s start in here. What do you need done here? I see this is your thinking space. What can I have done in here to help?” I glanced around and winced. My garage was a mess, still in winter chaos, spring cleaning, and a bunch of other stages all wrapped into one.
Conall called Tim out, and the man came with his little notebook, shooting me a dirty look that Conall didn’t see. Oh goodie, the man didn’t like me. That wasn’t uncomfortable in my home or anything. I listed everything, even cleaning and checking out the lawn mower. It didn’t matter if I wasn’t using it this season, because I’d decided to pay a crew, power tools and machines still needed proper maintenance.
After that, I went back to writing. I could tell Conall was trying not to hover like a groupie, and after I finally threatened to throw my big ass all-in-one computer at him, he finally made himself scarce.
Dinner came in the form of Tim picking up Olive Garden which was well over forty minutes away but I wasn’t complaining. I never went that far for it and it was a nice treat. And while we ate, Conall had me list everything I had been needing to do in my personal life that I either hadn’t had the time or energy to do and Tim would see it done. I really didn’t like the man hanging around but he behaved like an angel when Conall was there.
And since Conall didn’t seem like he was leaving my side anytime soon, I didn’t foresee a problem. If he did, there might be, but hopefully soon I might feel comfortable enough with Conall to tell him that I didn’t feel comfortable with Tim. Only time would tell.
That night Conall crawled into bed with me and had another sip from me as he called it. Turned out he could have a few small drinks from me a day, but all I needed was several drops of his blood a week to be at the top of my game.
“Why is that?” I panted as I came back down from my orgasm. “I mean, how weird is it that you need our blood to survive but your blood is like our cure-all?”
“Why does a carnivore need both nutrients from plant life and animals but plants only need the sun and water?” he chuckled, running his fingers through my long blonde hair as he laid on his side, smiling down at me. “Or that carnivores get sick if they only have meat or only have plants? I do not know, my Nina. I only know that this is what it is. I am the yin to your yang as you are to mine.”
He leaned down like he was going to kiss me, and I so wasn’t ready for that. Call me crazy but this was still way too precarious of a situation for me to let it become any more sexual.
Yeah, any more sexual. I beat him to the punch and kissed his cheek before rolling over, already uncomfortable enough that he was sleeping in my bed. He was at least a gentleman and took the hint and moved to his side of the bed. Moments later, I fell into the best sleep of my life—even if it was with a stranger in my bed.
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Flynn is a Midwest girl at heart, born a Chicagoan with the mouth to prove it, a loyal Cubs fan, but still a die-hard Green Bay Packers gal who cheers for her alma mater, the Illini from Omaha, Nebraska, where she lives. She has always been interested in the darker aspects of life and mythologies—especially vampires, shifters, the occult, and anything paranormal.
To date, she has published over 100 paranormal books in different genres with dedicated readers who await each release to her numerous series under any of the three Flynn names she writes under.
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Other Titles by Flynn Eire
WARRIOR CAMP
Love’s Deceit
Love’s Indecision
Love’s Denial
Love’s Abuse
Love’s Neglect
Love’s Confinement
Love’s Distance
Love’s Delusion
Love’s Entanglement
Love’s Misconception
* * *
SHIFTING REALITY
The Coming Storm
Whirlwind Revolution
Unavoidable Turbulence
Misery Hailing Down
* * *
OPEN ENDED VOYAGE
* * *
WOLF HAREM
Second Chance Bite
Spencer’s Secret
Dying Assassin
The Final Addition
* * *
SEXLECTION
Shifters for Sale
Double the Price
Cost of Love
* * *
HOUNDS OF HELL
Avoiding Hell’s Gate
Switching Teams
Fighting Insanity
Defeating Fear
Becoming Family
Calculating Interactions
Absorbing Tutelage
Building Evolution
Changing Paths
* * *
THE ENCHANTER
Denver
Venice
A Supernatural Script Inc. Book
Copyright © 2015 Erin R. Flynn
Warrior Camp 10: Love’s Misconception
E-book ISBN-13: 978-1-940036-45-8
First E-book Publication: April 2015
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