“It’s my way of joining humanity to what they are, what we all are. We all have sorrow. We all have joy.” Her eyes were shining. “I have a gift for this, and I use it.”
“I wish I’d have punched the wanker,” he replied. “I really do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“You’re right. I wish I’d have held him so that you could punch him.”
“Baldur the Beautiful,” Ares smirked.”Classic. And sad.”
“It’s Baldur the Fabulous now! And you can kiss my amazing, glowing ass.”
“My cheating ex – according to God’s sick sense of humor – is not alone this Christmas.”
His eyes gleamed in the glow of the Christmas tree lights.
“Neither are you,” he said.
He smiled at her slowly – and with a world of intent
in his eyes. Rain lost her train of thought completely.
Utter silence greeted her as she perused their stunned faces.