“It’s Samoan. Descendants of chiefs usually get the traditional pe’a.”
“What’s a pe’a?”
“The pe’a goes from the waist to the knees. Everywhere between the waist and the knees.”
I blinked. “Do you …?”
“I opted out.” He grinned. “It takes ten days. If an intended chief received it and didn’t cry from the pain or die from infection, he was fit to rule.”
“That’s … terrifying.”
“I’ll never be a chief, so the shoulder was the better option.” He looked down at it. “It stands for a lot of things. All of them important enough for me to carry around for life.”
I pushed him down on the bed. “Who are you and where did you come from and how did I get lucky enough to be here with you now?”
His answer was his fingertips on my face, my neck, the small of my back. So gentle, so careful. He found sensitive spots, teased me with his touch, and then brought every ounce of focus back to our joined mouths.
When my explorations got a little adventurous, he rolled me over, took my wrists in his hands, and put them over my head. Then he adjusted our bodies so nothing but our lips were touching.
“Dune.” I pressed toward him, yearning for more. I’d have begged for him in the middle of the Saint Louis Cathedral during Easter mass.
“You sound winded.”
“You’re withholding.”
“I’m delaying gratification.” He lowered his body half an inch.
I was two seconds away from levitating.
“Delay this.” I managed to work one leg free, and I hooked it around the back of his knee.
His answering groan was bliss. He turned on his side and pulled me to his chest. “We have to talk.”
“No idea where you’re going with this, but I can already tell you I don’t like it.” I started wiggling.
“Stop.” He held me closer, kissing me on the forehead. “It’s not bad. It’s just not your usual MO. A few people from the Hourglass are coming to help us.”
“A few people?” I said, stunned.
“Yes. The ones you saw in the pictures. Except for Nate. He’s on a job with another friend, Ava.”
‘That’s a lot of people.” I twitched. “Why can’t we handle this on our own?”
“I don’t work alone, Hal. The Hourglass was always part of that for me, and you’re part of it now, too, whether you like it or not.”
Overwhelmed didn’t touch my emotional state. “I’m not really a team player.”
“I know.”
“I’m not good with groups.” I stood up.
So did he. “I hear you.”
“I don’t depend on other people. Not really.” Not since Benny.
“Now you can.”
Dune