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tucked her head under his
chin.  Like a puzzle piece, she fit there, his arms a warm net around her. 
Clytie closed her eyes and just sank into the feeling.  He may suck at marriage
proposals, but the man could cuddle.  She felt his chin rub back and forth
across her hair and then Demon let out a big gusty sigh of clear exasperation.
    “I could have handled
that better,” he grumbled softly.  It was almost an apology.  Clytie didn’t
bother rolling her eyes.  They were already closed.
    This time she knew it was
Ben who spoke up from behind them.  His voice disgusted and overly loud in the
quiet of the plane, “Ya’ think?”
    Clytie eventually fell
asleep to the sound of Cassie’s muffled laughter, the hum of the airplane, and
Demon’s beating heart beneath her ear.
    ***
    Demon was not pleased. 
He was aware he had messed up what should have been an easy process.  He was
aware because Clytie told him, and then both Ben and Mac had shaken their heads
at him when they walked off the plane like he was the dumbest motherfucker to
walk the earth.  Now Cassandra cornered him the second she could get him alone
– a week after that stupidity had even happened.  While she lacked the
punch Clytie’s displeasure could give him, she still managed to look girlie
fierce with her arms crossed and her little foot tapping in her leather knee-high
boots and jeans. The little brown wisps of curls that fell from her messy bun
trickled down and moved with each tap of her toe.  She was taller than Clytie
and filled out her winter sweater with less spectacle, but they shared a zest
for life and an inherent kindness that was rare.  Adding to her likability was the
fact that she was mate to his best friends and she was Clytie’s cousin.  He was
not in a position to do what he wanted to do, which was ignore her and walk
away.  That way lay minefields.  He was stuck, and they both knew it.
    “You are going to have to
fix this,” Cassie was saying, her hazel eyes fiercely determined and lazered in
on Demon.  Since she was a foot and a half shorter than he was, she had her
neck pressed way back to give him her girlie version of the ‘don’t fuck with me’
glare.  It was reminiscent of Clytie and fucking adorable, not exactly scary,
but cute nonetheless.  “I don’t care how big a badass you are, you cannot leave
this where it is.”  Then she poked him on the chest and wagged her finger
toward his face.  “Amazing in bed will only take you so far my friend.  There
comes a time when you have to man up and say the words.”  She pointed at the
floor in two sharp jabs.  “That time is now.”
    Demon growled.  “I asked
her to marry me, she said no.”
    “Yea-ah,” she snorted the
word and the disgust was obvious.  “I was there.  Clytie is either a very
forgiving woman, or you are just that good .”  She looked him over, her
cheeks flushing.  “Which I get. Believe me, I have my own hot shifter studs I would
walk through fire for.  So, you still have a chance, but it is fading fast. 
And this is not just coming from me, big guy.”  She finished helpfully with a
firm pat to his arm, and Demon had to clench his teeth to stop from saying
something he would regret.  “I gave it to the rest of the pack ladies pretty
much word-for-word, and while Miley agrees it was so very bad that it was
almost cluelessly endearing, Cleo also agrees with me.  You have a very small
timeframe to make it right before bad things happen.”  Cassandra crinkled up
her nose, looking suddenly doubtful.  “She mentioned water-boarding, but I
think that might just be her.”
    Demon clenched his jaw
shut with an effort.  With no idea of the danger she courted, Cassie patted him
on the arm and suddenly looked sympathetic.  “You can do this, Demon.  I have
faith.”  Then she smiled at him with many teeth.  From her voice, she was
trying to look menacing.  “Just don’t take too long.”
    “I asked her and she