Chapter Twenty-Eight
"You did not have everything under control, Collie. Did she, Aunt Beth?" Spike Kostan is scoffing at the red head's retelling of the story.
Not wanting to be on either side of that one, Beth just smiles and says, "I don't think there was one of us ever had control over any of it. Certainly not over things that happened over two centuries ago. So we're related to Louis the 14th. Now, Charles, that is something pretty amazing, isn't it? Please tell me, Josef, that at least you're not related to any of us?
Josef smiles his wonderfully sardonic grin. "Now Beth you wouldn't have me admit to a liaison – a Frenchman's tryst -- when I was still a bachelor, Simone! – that produced any offspring? No, when I took the compound, it was just to save my skin."
Mick winks at Beth. "That's not what I've heard."
Simone Kostan looks over at her husband who shoots Mick the "I'm gonna get you for that one" look.
"Not that I didn't have my share of mortals, but, Simone -- love of my life -- never did I want to have children before you."
"Nice save, Dad." Laughs Spike. "But, even though I'm not royalty, hey, Collie, it does sound like we're still pretty unique."
Beth watches the interplay between the two lifetime friends, finally starting to realize that the friendship was starting to evolve.
"Good thing I was more of a hybrid, or you'd be down on all fours crawling along the floor to do my bidding as your Goddess."
"Red, you'll never see me grovel." Spike says quietly.
"But you'll always be my Goddess."
Jaw dropping, for once, Colleen Elizabeth St. John is at a loss for words. Blushing, she gives him the Beth smile and then jabs him in the ribs just for good measure.