said.
“When?” She asked, setting her backpack down on the floor and walking toward him.
Saber clenched his fists to keep from reaching out and grabbing her. Taylor had no idea that her every emotion showed what she was thinking and feeling. He didn’t want her to know. He could see in her eyes what her heart already knew, but her mind had yet to register, that she belonged to him.
“In an hour,” he responded in a rough voice when he saw the panic in her eyes.
“An hour! How long have you known?” She demanded.
“A week after our return,” he admitted, wincing when a murderous expression crossed her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” She snapped, folding her arms across her chest and tapping her foot.
“I didn’t want you to worry,” he said, defensively. “Hunter… felt it best to tell you in person,” he added.
“Oh, he did, did he? And, you thought waiting until an hour before you left was the best way to break the news to me? Where are you going? How long are you going to be gone? What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? Argh! I can’t believe you waited until an hour before you leave to tell me all this!” She angrily growled.
Saber turned and warily watched as she stepped around him and stomped out into the garden. Releasing a sigh, he followed her. He rubbed his chest when he saw her hand lift and brush impatiently at her cheek.
“I should have told you sooner,” he admitted. “I just… I didn’t want it to stop you from coming over.”
Taylor sniffed and glared at him. “I’m going to paint your house pink while you’re gone,” she said.
A look of distaste washed across Saber’s face. “Pink?” He repeated with a look of doubt on his face.
“Inside AND out,” she replied with a mutinous nod.
“Ah, Taylor, I thought we agreed to use more natural colors,” he reminded her.
“I’m also going to learn how to sew and put lace curtains up in the windows,” she added, shooting him a piercing glare.
Saber swallowed. “The windows already darken automatically. Besides, I do not believe lace provides adequate coverage… though, if you think they are what you want, I guess they can be installed,” he added hastily when her mouth tightened.
“I think gnomes in the garden would be good,” she stated.
“Gnomes?” Saber replied in confusion.
“Nasty little beasts that throw mud at you and dig holes in your flowerbed, and steal your valuables,” she replied with a nod and a wave of her hand at the tangled bushes.
“Gnomes,” Saber repeated, looking at the garden with a grimace. “You are very upset.”
Taylor turned and patted Saber’s chest. “You haven’t seen upset, yet,” she promised, walking back into the house. “You’d better come back, old man. If you don’t, not only will I come after you, I’ll have carte blanche with your house until you do! Oh, one more thing,” Taylor said, turning to stare at Saber.
“Only one?” Saber asked skeptically with a raised eyebrow.
His arms automatically opened when Taylor suddenly ran and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him like she would never let him go. He closed his eyes, holding her tightly against him. His hands moved down to her ass so he could pick her up. An intense craving flashed through him when she wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face against his neck. He could feel her lips moving against his skin.
“I mean it, Saber,” she whispered. “You’d better come back to me.”
The powerful wave of longing struck him, and struck him hard. He knew without a doubt that he would come back. He had to; it was where he was leaving his heart. He was about to tell Taylor that when she bit his ear.
“Ouch! Shewta ! What did you do that for?” He exclaimed, releasing her so he could grab his throbbing ear.
“For being such a turd about not telling me,” she snapped, turning away from him. “If you ever do that again, I guarantee I’ll come up with something a