83

SUNDAY

“This is nice,” I said as I leaned against Noah’s chest from where we sat on a blanket by the lake. “It’s... normal. That’s weird.”

His laughter rumbled from deep within him and made me sigh happily. “Normal is what we make it.”

I twisted in his arms. “I didn’t mean a picnic by the lake was weird. Just the not being hunted by demons and almost killed part. It’s sort of become the status quo.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “I knew what you meant, but thank you for clarifying. I figured we both could use a little R and R after the... excitement of the last few days.”

Plucking a grape from a nearby plate, he popped it into my mouth. I crunched down on the fruit, biting through the skin to release the burst of flavor. Everything tasted and smelled better lately. I wondered if it was because he was here and all my men were finally with me.

“Well, isn’t this a pretty picture?” Kingston’s rich timbre washed over me, and I stiffened.