Monroe entered, wearing his typical expensive suit. Eden got to her feet. “Sit, angel.” She did and smoothed her hands down the front of her jeans nervously. Suddenly, she felt dumpy in her worn, form fitting jeans, and tight t-shirt. “You didn’t have to come here. I could have come to your suite.” The thought of him there did funny things to her belly. His presence was practically constant and the children were rapidly growing attached. Even she found herself eyeing the clock as she prepared dinner, eagerly anticipating Monroe’s nightly visit to their suite after his daily business was finished. “I’ve thought about what you said.” “What did I say?” “About Skin Walkers and the Megalya. Look, before I continue I want to know that you didn’t just make that up.” She inched forward in the seat that faced his desk, her hands dropping to grip the edge of the seat. “You didn’t just make that up to terrify me did you?”
