“Relax, my Luna. I assure you I am all yours,” Fane promised, and he meant it down to his marrow. He was hers, and there would never be another. He was careful to block those thoughts from her. Fane had a feeling it might make her a tad nervous if she fully understood just how permanent was their bond.
“Oh, this coming from the Romanian who is jealous of a boy I’m no longer dating. Not to mention, you and I are not together, so it’s really of no consequence how you feel,” Jacquelyn told him in a huff. “It’s your turn, by the way,” she added.
Fane looked over at Jen, realizing she was holding the card out to him and looking at him knowingly. She must have recognized he and Jacquelyn were conversing.
Fane looked at the answer on the card and debated what to say that wouldn’t completely em
