CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-ONE
Tuesday afternoon — 3:15 p.m.
“Don’t move,” Tres said.
He leaned over to kiss Heather and was caught up in kissing her. After a moment, he pulled himself away. He kissed her nose.
“I’ll be right back,” Tres said.
He slipped out of the warm bed, pulled the covers up around Heather, and went into the bathroom. Sighing, Heather rolled onto her back. Tres was up early this week. This meant that he was home in the early afternoon. With the kids out of the house, they were able to take their time. Tres grabbed his bathrobe and left the room to get some snacks. Heather drifted off.
She felt a weight on the bed. She rolled onto her side. Expecting Tres, she opened her eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Heather gasped.
She was staring into the eyes of her ex-boyfriend, Loki.
“They are making a show about me!” Loki said.
“It’s not about you,” Heather said.
“Why are they using my name?” Loki asked.
She shot him a dark look.
“Why are you here?” Heather asked.
“Well. . .” Loki said. “I. . .”
“Abi’s not here,” Heather said.
“Yes,” Loki said. “And that granddaughter of the archangel is at work.”
“Tanesha?” Heather asked.
“She’s terrifying,” Loki said. “How can you live with her?”
Tres came into the room with a small bottle of champagne, raspberries, and chocolate. He set the supplies on the dresser near the door. Without hesitation, he reached under the covers and pulled Loki out of the bed by his foot. The God of Mischief thumped onto the floor.
“Hey!” Loki said.
“This is my bed!” Tres said.
Loki crossed his arms and looked at Heather. She gave a slight nod. Tres kicked off his slippers and climbed back into bed. The moment Tres was settled, Loki launched himself into the bed. He landed in between Heather and Tres.
“Asshole,” Tres said.
“He’s upset that there’s going to be a show about him,” Heather said.
“He’s been in movies,” Tres said, with a shrug.
“They get it all wrong,” Loki said. “I’m not an asshole. I’m mischievous! Fun! Joyous!”
“And an asshole,” Tres said.
Loki looked at him for a moment and then laughed. He leaned over and kissed Tres’s forehead.
“Yuck, Asgard germs,” Tres said.
This caused Loki to laugh hysterically.
“Why is that funny?” Tres asked.
“Asgard blew up,” Heather said. “That’s why this one is. . . here.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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