Heroes Are My Weakness(113)

“Oh, no.” Livia planted her hands on her hips like a miniature adult. “They were very, very bad.”

Theo gazed at Annie. Dirt had settled into the creases around his eyes, and one of his ears was completely black. He’d risked his life to save her puppets. So like him. “You’ve been here all night,” she said softly. “Bearing witness to the fall of the House of Harp?”

“And trying to keep the sparks from the stable.”

Now that he was safe, her compulsion to reveal her feelings for him gave way to reality. Nothing had changed. She wouldn’t sacrifice his well-being simply to unburden herself. “Is Dancer all right?” she asked.

He nodded. “He’s back in his stall. How’s our cat?”

Her throat caught. “Our cat is just fine. Better than you.”

Livia studied what he’d done. “You’re making a path. The fairies are gonna like that.”

He’d made the new house lower and wider, and instead of the stone pathway, he’d been pressing pieces of the smoothed beach glass in a half-moon around the entrance. He handed some of the glass to Livia. “See what you can do while I talk to Annie.”

Livia hunkered down. Annie had to clench her hands to keep from brushing them over Theo’s face. “You’re an idiot,” she said with a tenderness she couldn’t hide. “Puppets are replaceable. You’re not.”

“I know what they mean to you,” he said.

“Not as much as you do.”

His head cocked.

“I’ll watch Livia,” she said quickly. “Go to the cottage and get some sleep.”

“I’ll sleep later.” He gazed at the ruins of the house and then back at her. “You’re really leaving today?”

She nodded.

“Now who’s the idiot?” he said.

“There’s a difference between running into a burning house and leaving for the mainland,” she pointed out.

“Both have a big downside.”

“I don’t think leaving has a downside for me.”

“Maybe not for you. But it sure has one for me.”

He was exhausted. Of course he cared about her leaving. But caring wasn’t the same as loving, and she wouldn’t mistake his fatigue for a sudden unlocking of his heart. “Unless you start hooking up with more crazy women, you’ll be fine,” she said.

His smile, weary but genuine, took her aback. “It should bother me hearing you talk about them that way.”

“But it doesn’t?”

“Truth is truth. Time for me to man up.”

“It has nothing to do with manning up,” she said. “It has to do with accepting the fact that you can’t save everybody you care about.”

“Fortunately for me, you don’t need saving.”

“Darned right I don’t.”

He rubbed the back of his hand over his jaw. “I have a job for you. A paying job.”

She didn’t like where this was headed, so she tried to deflect him. “I knew I was good in bed, but I didn’t know I was that good.”

He sighed. “Have some compassion, Antoinette. I’m too tired to keep up with you right now.”

She managed to roll her eyes. “Like you ever could.”

“This is work you can do from the city.”

He was going to offer her a pity job, and she couldn’t bear it. “I’ve heard about Skype sex, but it doesn’t appeal to me.”

“I want you to illustrate a book I’m working on.”

“Sorry. Even if I were an illustrator, which I’m not, I don’t have any practice drawing disemboweled humans.” Oh, she was on a roll, all right. Rolling right over her heart.

He sighed. “I’ve barely slept in a week, and I can’t remember the last time I ate. My chest hurts. My eyes feel like sandpaper. I have a blistered hand. And all you want to do is make jokes.”

“Your hand? Let me see it.” She reached for it only to have him slip it behind his back.

“I’ll take care of my hand, but first, I want you to listen to me.”

He wasn’t going to let it go. “No need. I already have more work than I can take on.”

“Annie, just once could you not give me a hard time?”

“Maybe someday, but not today.”

“Annie, you’re making Theo sad.” Neither of them realized Livia had been paying attention to them. She peered around Theo’s legs. “I think you should tell him your free secret.”

“I don’t!” She gave Livia a death glare. “And you’d better not, either.”

Livia peered up at Theo. “Then you better tell her your free secret.”

He stiffened. “Annie doesn’t want to hear my free secret.”

“You have a free secret?” Annie asked.

“Yes, he does.” Livia puffed up with four-year-old self-importance. “And I know it.”

Now Theo was the one giving Livia the death glare. “Find some pinecones. A lot of them.” He jabbed his hand toward the trees behind the gazebo. “Over there.”

Annie could only stand so much. “Later,” she said. “We need to get back to the cottage and see if your mom’s awake.”