Green eyes glared over the weapon. “I guess it’s my lucky day.” The mermaid’s mossy hair floated about her head and shoulders, red starfish stuck within the mass. The business end of the harpoon lance bobbed six inches from Sophia’s nose. She cocked an eyebrow at Xavier. “Annie Oakley must be talking to you.” “Seems so.” Xavier shrugged and flashed his trademark, charming smile. “Renn, I admit when I dropped you unceremoniously on the lawn of that burning house I didn’t anticipate you would harbor a grudge against me for saving your life.” “Oh please, Xavier, the Universe doesn’t revolve around you.” She gestured to Sophia with the weapon. “I’m talking about your girlfriend here.” “I’m not his girlfriend.” Sophia eased off the doorstep until she was slightly behind Xavier. Women’s lib had its advantages but being shot first was not one of them. “She’s my mate, actually.”
