Dream-Deacon, as we were referring to him in this state, was reading the Book of Shadows intently, but he let out a long, deep sigh. “I’m so glad my body is downstairs and cannot smell this chicken.”

Savannah giggled next to him. She’d taken up Em’s job of helping him turn the pages so neither him nor Cooper drained themselves. “I wonder if you’d be able to taste it if we put it in your mouth.”

Lily slammed her hand over Easton’s mouth but the look on his face was priceless.

Dream-Deacon wagged his eyebrows at him. “When they’re not looking, Easy-E, put it in my mouth.”

“But not without me there.” Cooper shook his head, but he was grinning. “Someone has to make sure he doesn’t choke.”

Royce made a graphic gesture, then cackled silently.

Dream-Deacon’s grin turned absolutely wicked. “I may be heterosexually monogamous—and happily so, just so we’re clear—but prior to my arrival in Tampa . . . I didn’t prefer one over the other, and I assure you I excelled in both departments.”

“Just for that I’m going to go downstairs and hold fried chicken under your nose without letting you taste it.” Cooper grimaced. “The visuals, man.”

Lily snorted. “Emersyn was right. Deacon was worse than you, lover boy.”

Easton threw his hands up like he’d scored a touchdown.

Emersyn strolled in and sat a big glass of iced tea on the table at an empty seat. “Easton, didn’t you spend some time in New York with Deacon right before Lily finally gave in to you?”

Lily gasped and slapped a hand on the table. “YOU DID.”

Dream-Deacon pretended to zip his mouth closed. “Snitches get stitches.”

“Em, do I wanna know?”

She giggled and flipped her hair over her shoulder, the ends burning fire. “Ten out of ten do not recommend.”

Lily pursed her lips and nodded. "You hear that, lover boy? You snitch to me, and I will stitch you myself.”

Easton grinned. “Kinky. I like it.”

“Gross. Boo." Cooper threw napkins at Easton and Dream-Deacon.

“What? We got you a girl. Thought you’d handle this better?” Dream-Deacon laughed.

Easton wagged his eyebrows. “Savannah needs more time to work her magic for us.”

Savannah’s head perked up from the Book of Shadows, her eyes wide. “I got distracted. Do I want to know?”

“NO,” the rest of us shouted at the same time.

Hunter sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I really hope that potion Frankie saw above my head was for a magical lobotomy.”

I snort-laughed. “I’ll see what I can do for you, papa bear.”

“Like . . . why do I have to hear about this stuff?” Hunter shuddered. “Why must they give me visuals? I say nothing. I let them do their thing. Shouldn’t I be rewarded for that and not punished?”