I couldn't resist needling him — and this couldn't get more awkward anyway, so I might as well embrace it.
"Is that because you always have morning sex?" I asked brightly, with a big smile. "Or is Landon trying to tell you oh- so-subtly that he'd rather wait to get bent over until after the coffee's already —"
"Okay!" Jace shouted, pushing his chair back with a clatter. "We're done! You can do the dishes, Lucian. I cooked."
Jace grabbed me by the arm and hauled me out of my chair and out of the kitchen.
I was chuckling too much to resist, and Lucian was speechless anyway.
Maybe I hadn't quite gotten my own back for the basement's shag carpet, but I was on the way. It might even be worth it to hang around the Reeses' territory for a while, just to make Lucian look like that more often…and with that, my mood plummeted.
Jace had told me that if I wanted to be a pack shaman, I should stay here, but that was hardly a warm invitation — and he'd said it in anger.
