Chapter 89: Predator, Part 9

Michael

I give it until mid-morning before I head upstairs again, this time with a tray of coffee, toast and cereals. In the bedroom, I find James awake, staring up at the ceiling and Charlotte, eyes closed, nestled against him, his arm tucked around her.

"Breakfast?"

Charlotte's eyes snap open. "Great!" she grins, untangling herself from James and pulling herself into a sitting position. "Did you bring plenty?"

James, sitting up to drink more coffee, eyes her, looking amused as she scrapes butter over toast then engulfs a slice in three or four bites. I have to agree. Our red-haired mermaid is sounding much more like herself.

I pass her a mug of coffee. "How are you feeling now?"

"I'm good." She takes a gulp, then another. "Still a bit sore... you know..." She drops her eyes... "Down below... But in myself, I feel great." She pauses, sucking at her lips, her cheeks pinking, and James and I meet eyes. We both know that look.