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offense.
    “If the shoe fits, man whore,” she smiled
sweetly as she batted her long, fake eyelashes.
    “I take offense to that,” Trey drawled as he
entered the room with Pádraig, Hunter, Quinn, and Hagan. “I’ve
never had relations with a woman, thank you very much.
Gah-ross!”
    “Well, I take offense to that!” Aoife scoffed
in shock. “Women are far from gross. We’re soft, and sweet, and
smell good.”
    “Aye,” Hunter winked as he threw his arm
around me and lowered his nose to my neck. “They smell real, real
good,” he rumbled lowly, sexily.
    Archer growled and smacked the back of
Hunter’s head as I laughed and pushed him away from me, more for
Archer’s benefit than mine. What can I say? Hunter is hot and fun
to joke around with. There are worse things in the world than being
flirted with by the gorgeous southern god.
    “I’m with Trey on this one,” Pádraig grinned,
wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s slim shoulders. Trey sighed
and looked up at him with such adoration in his eyes; it was
awesome to see them so in love.
    “Dick isn’t my thing, so I’m with Lochlan and
Hunter,” Quinn chimed in. “Who’s up for some fine puss-”
    “Not in front of the females,” Hagan groaned
as he shook his head exasperatedly from the doorway, his arms
crossed over his chest. “Have some tact, man. You ready to roll,
Mr. Rhys? We’ve loaded the SUV.”
    “Aye, Hagan. You ready, baby?”
    “Almost,” I said then made my way around the
room to give everyone one last hug and to thank them for the
generous gift.
    “You take care, babe,” Hunter whispered as he
hugged me tightly. I kissed his cheek and told him the same. I was
going to miss my new family so much while I was gone.
    “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, boys!” I
called over my shoulder as Archer led me out of the room.
    “That’s not saying much, wild child,” Hunter
grinned and winked back.
     
    *****
     
    After passing through two gated checkpoints,
Hagan pulled the Escalade up to a large white jet at the back of
ABIA.
    “What’s this?” I asked Archer, confused. I
thought we were flying commercial.
    “It’s my plane, baby,” he explained with a
smile.
    My eyes widened in surprise. “You own a
plane? Shit, Archer… Just how rich are you?”
    “We, Cion ,” he corrected. “We are very
comfortable. Don’t forget that what’s mine is yours.”
    Holy shit , I thought to myself, a bit
overwhelmed at his statement. That stuff was normally reserved for
married couples and people who had been together longer than our
three weeks. No matter what he said, his millions were NOT mine in
my eyes.
    Hagan opened the back door for us as a
handsome man in dark, navy blue trousers, and a white button down
shirt descended the jet steps.
    “Mr. Rhys,” he smiled kindly as he shook
Archer’s hand. “My name is Donovan and I’ll be your steward this
afternoon.” Donovan looked to be in his mid-twenties and he could
have been an underwear model on the side, he was that handsome.
    “Good afternoon, Donovan. This is my…life
partner Skye Morrison.”
    Archer’s introduction made me turn and look
at him. The word girlfriend was too insignificant for our
relationship, but life partner? That implied that our relationship
was until death. I loved Archer with my entire being but the
thought of ‘until death’ scared the socks off me. That’s what
marriage was. Oh my God! He’s not thinking of marriage, is
he ?
    “Good afternoon, Miss Morrison,” he smiled as
he took my hand, snapping me out of my mental breakdown. “May I
take your bag?”
    I allowed him to relieve me of my messenger
bag as a lone baggage handler went around the back of the SUV to
unload our luggage.
    “Safe travels, dheartháir ,” Hagan said
formally as he shook hands with Archer. “Are you sure you don’t
want me to accompany you as guard?”
    “I am,” Archer smiled reassuredly as he gave
him a firm pat with his free hand. “The threat