Nefretiri
"Luna!"
"Whoa!" I was so thankful Ivan was there to catch me after that rough tackle.
"Pup! Nefra's human."
"Sorry!" Her face turned bright red, even the tips of her ears, but she didn't let me go. "You took so long!"
'We did.'
Almost forty minutes.
"Well, I had to find an outfit I liked, and I couldn't find my shoes." Both a load of bull, but I wouldn't tell the thirteen-year-old that I got caught up in a heavy celebratory make-out session with my mate and that I grabbed the first thing out of my bag.
'I can't keep doing this.'
'Except you don't want to stop. It's fun.'
'You're married…'
'Not for long.'
If Scott were half as good at his job as Ivan promised, they would complete my divorce in a month. That was assuming Ricky didn't contest it.
'He will. We all know that.'
'Scott said we can get around that because I want nothing and Penelope's birth certificate has Ivan's name on it now.'
