For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos 3)

“I was hoping we could meld it with the original one, if you still have it …”

“I do.”

“Some part of you knew we’d get back to this one day,” I say.

“Maybe you’re right,” she whispers.

We savor the feeling for a few more minutes.

“We should get up,” she says.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to.”

She laughs. “Come on, we’ll feel better once we get some food in us.”

“You got a hangover?” I ask, amused.

She pulls out of my arms. “No, but I am starving.”

I let her go, admiring the view of her bare ass as she heads to the bathroom.

She pauses in the doorway of the bathroom. “Aren’t you joining me? We really should conserve water.”

I sl

ip out of the bed stalking her to the shower.

~~

By the time a knock comes at the door, we’re dressed and eating on room service. I get up and let Charm in.

He looks worse for wear. Dark circles line his eyes, and he looks green around the gills. His clothes are wrinkled and his hair is more than windblown. For my meticulous brother it’s odd. Part of his charm is the fact that he’s always put together and ready to woo a girl at a moment’s notice.

“You all right, dude?” I ask.

“No, I’m really not,” he answers, stepping inside.

D’Rose stands and the air grows charged.

“Dixie Rose,” Charm says.

“Charm, have a seat and grab some food.” She gestures toward the tray with leftover sides.

“Thanks.” Charm walks over and takes the seat to her left.

I release the breath I’d been holding. Maybe I won’t have to kick his ass today.

“I don’t think I could stomach food right now, but I’ll take a drink if you have it, preferably of the alcoholic variety.”

Damn, is it that bad?

“We got beer,” Dixie Rose says, walking over to the mini fridge

“First off, I need to offer up an apology. I was out of line and blinded by the shit my father’s been feeding me my entire life. Recently, I’ve seen the light.”

“Why?” she asks, handing him a bottle.

Charm shakes his head. “’Cause you two are happy, and he can’t stand it because of melanin? I’ve seen you. You’re good people. You can’t blame one race for everything bad and ignore the horror your own people can create.”