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true. She finally knew what to say.
    “You’re right.”  She
breathed another deep breath and blew it out, only this time some of the
tension in her stomach went with it.  She looked around at the people who had
dropped everything to be with her.  She’d had the thought more than once since
she received that first phone call, but now it was cemented in her mind and
heart.  “It was a silly thing to say.  You all,” she waved her own finger
around the table, smiling a half smile at Ben while she did it, “are my family.” 
She raised her chin and smiled at them through a fresh coat of tears in her
eyes.  These did not burn so bitter.  “I won’t forget again.”
    “See that you don’t,” Ben
said sternly, before he softened it with a wink.
    They all went back to
their breakfast, the casual conversations starting up again.  Clytie turned to
Demon who still had a hold of her face and was busy studying her.  She placed
her hand over his and squeezed.  “I’m alright,” she reassured him with a watery
smile.
    He took his time studying
her face and eyes, but finally he leaned down and kissed her lips; then
brushing her tears off her cheeks with his thumb, he released her.
    “Good,” he said simply,
and went back to his own gargantuan stack of pancakes and bacon.
    Clytie looked from him to
the rest of the people sitting around the table.  Shawn and Cleo sat close
enough that Clytie knew they had to be plastered together from hip to knee. One
of Shawn’s arms rested on the back of her chair so that she sat in the cradle
of his body.  Just then Cleo leaned forward, reaching across the table laughing
and teasing Roxanne while Shawn watched her do it, a contented look on his
face.  Clytie had never known he had that look in him until he mated with Cleo.
    Cassandra was fending off
Ben’s wandering hands half-heartedly with one hand while Mac ate his breakfast
and held the other one.
    Yeah, it is good, she
thought, realizing that Demon was just as close to her as Shawn was to Cleo,
his eyes returning to check on her emotions every few seconds while he ate. 
The next time he did it, she smiled at him trying to put into words how much he
meant to her.  He must have got the message because he dropped his fork,
grabbed both sides of her face, and kissed her hard with no regard to it being
a public place, or who was watching.  Demon kissed her breathless and Clytie
could taste his maple syrup flavored relief on her lips.  Apparently, he’d been
more worried than he seemed.
    Clytie ignored the
whistles and the good-natured heckling of their family, and kissed him back.
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    “While we have the plane
and some time, we should just go to Vegas.”
    Clytie yawned.  She was
listening, she really was, but they were finally on their way home; Demon was a
warm pillow she reclined against, and she had not exactly slept well the last
few days.  The plane was darkened and quiet because she was not the only one
who needed more sleep than they had gotten at the hotel. 
    “Why would we go to
Vegas?” she asked absently, wrapping her arms a little tighter and burying her
nose a little closer to his chest.  His scent always made her feel safe, no
matter the circumstance, and she breathed it in.
    “To get married.”  The
statement coming out of the blue like that had her eyes springing open and
every soft sound in the plane immediately stopped, proving once again that
shifter hearing was awesome, and not always in a good way.
    Clytie sat up fully awake
and turned to look at Demon.  “What are you talking about?”  His brow furrowed
and she saw the impatience sparking in his eyes.  “You’re serious,” she stated
flatly, getting angry all of a sudden.  “Is this you proposing?”
    “You’re my mate.”  He
stated it like it answered all questions.
    It did not.  “And?”
    Now he just looked
confused.  “I don’t need to propose to my own mate.”
    Clytie heard what