"Eh. Shouldn't you be calling now?"
I realized I had been staring at the phone blankly for a while. I had no idea what to say. There was no plausible story I could make up that could explain why a half-naked Sam had dragged me kicking and screaming out of my house in the middle of the night. At least not one that wouldn't either land me in an insane asylum or end in a police rapport.
"Well. Do you have any ideas of what I should say?"
All I got was blank look from everyone in the room. Guess I was on my own then. I dialed the number home and hoped for a sudden idea.
"Jan! Jan is that you?"
Kyle sounded frantic. That didn't really help me.
"Yeah it's me."
"What the hell happened? Are you safe? I tried to call the police but your mother keeps hitting the off button insisting that we should wait for your call babbling something about it all being very romantic. What the hell is going on?"
Romantic. Of course. Only my mom would come to that conclusion when her own daughter was kidnapped in the middle of the night in just her PJs. Had to be a side effect from all those tacky romance novels she liked to read. Kidnapping was a well-used theme in those. And my mom… Didn't always live in reality. I just hoped I would never be kidnapped for real because then I would be in real trouble.
"Mom is insane. You know that. And I am fine. A friend of mine had locked himself in the bathroom and Sam was afraid he was going to do something stupid so he rushed to get me so I could calm him down. He didn't explain it all very well and you know how cranky I am when someone wakes me. Really. Everything is fine and Emily offered me to stay at her place since it's late."
"Are you sure it's not a guy?"
I could almost see the way he narrowed his eyes like he always did when Jan and random dude was mentioned in the same sentence.
"Nothing of the sort. But you can tell mom that. It makes her happy."
Kyle chuckled softly in the other end.
"Sure thing kiddo. Let me just have a chat with Emily."
Emily had barely made it out to the kitchen before the guys around me burst into laughter. Quil was even wheezing.
"Oh shit. Paul as suicidal. That was fucking funny."
"It was either that or tell him the truth. And I don't fancy people in white suits coming to get me."
I glared down at the reason for all this. Paul was sleeping. He had barely managed to get inside after he turned back and fell asleep the second his head hit the sofa and I doubted anything could wake him right now. The proof was the arm around my waist that I had tried to remove fruitlessly for the last twenty minutes. No amount of pinching or slapping had made him so much as twitch.
He actually looked cute and innocent with his eyes closed and face relaxed in sleep. But then again even Satan probably looked adorable when sleeping. At least Emily had given me some clean clothes before he decided to make me his own personal teddy bear.
Emily came out of the kitchen with a blanket and eyed Paul's arm with a slight frown. She reminded me of a mother. The ordinary kind that served freshly baked goods and told you to dress warmer. Not like my ditzy one who didn't even want to call the police when I had been dragged away in the middle of the night. Sure I loved mom but she wasn't exactly a typical mother.
"I guess you will be sleeping on the sofa then."
I wasn't too happy about that really. Sure the sofa was big and we were both dressed but it was still a little bit more intimate than I would like. I glared at the reason for this whole predicament.
"I swear Paul. If you start dry humping my leg I will have you neutered tomorrow. Or put down. It's a tossup."
I was dead serious but the guys seemed to find it funny. Emily was the only one that seemed to take me seriously. She walked over to a little closet and took out something. An aluminum bat. With a satisfied expression she handed me the thing and I took it wondering what the hell I was supposed to do with a baseball bat. This was hardly the time or the weather to play baseball in.
"Now. If he does something you don't like just thump him over the head with this as hard as you can. Don't worry about hurting him. These guys are so sturdy that even getting hit by a car won't hurt much."
Then she walked back into the kitchen like she just had not just encouraged me to preform violence on a sleeping man. I wasn't the only one to stare after her in shock. Even Sam was although his expression was tinged with loving awe more than fear like the other giants.
"I really like your fiancée."
Sam nodded, still looking at the door Emily had disappeared behind.
"We all do. But sometimes she can be… A bit scary."
No shit. The woman had just handed me a bat and then given me a cool description like she had just explained something trivial to me and not encouraged violence. However I was keeping the bat.
Just to be on the safe side.
Authors note: It's so fun to hear that I am making some Paul fans out there. I really loved the character in the books and he is a fun character to write about and so is the pack. Thanks for all the reviews=)
