Page 107 of Demon's Mate

He shrugged. “I bet you the candy doesn’t even make it to the event. Guaranteed, Dante will coincidentally be hanging around as it’s delivered, and it’ll disappear.”

Harper snorted. “You could just buy him some and bring it to the house. Save everyone the trouble.”

Ash’s eyes popped open. “And encourage him? Never.”

Harper tugged Ash’s hair, and he purred. “You ordered those fruit platters Michelle likes?”

“And garlic bread for Zack. The pizza order seemed adequate, so I left that alone.”

“Oh good.”

Ash snaked his arms around Harper’s waist. “Just be glad I haven’t insisted on cooking everything like I did for Thanksgiving.”

“You’re right. I am glad. That was way too much work.” The Center hosted holiday meals, usually potlucks, but last Thanksgiving, Ash had made everything himself.

Ash huffed. “I’m a demon. If I can’t manage to cook one meal for thirty-five people, then I’m losing my touch. Super speed in the kitchen really is a game changer.”

Harper shook his head. “I’m still surprised you’ve never cut a finger off.”

Ash gasped like he was offended, but amusement tickled the bond. “I’m very careful.”

Harper kissed him on the forehead. “Come on. Let’s not keep Dante and everyone waiting.”

Ash shut down the computer and stood, taking off his shirt. “Why don’t we see how fast I can fly? I think I can beat Dante’s record.”

“Even carrying me?”

He grinned. “You better believe it, sweet.”

Harper laughed. “Okay, you’re on. But if you can’t beat Dante’s time, you have to admit it to him.”

Ash grumbled. “Fine, fine. But then all his gloating is on you. He’ll never know if I lie, so if you want to spare yourself…”

“Then you’ll just have to fly faster. I didn’t think it’d be a problem for you to beat him.”

“Correct answer.” Ash’s eyes flashed golden.

Harper grabbed his hand, joy sparking in his chest, down the bond, and in his mate. “I love you, Ash. Now take me home to our family.”

The End