“You didn’t tell me you knew French,” I murmured.

“You didn’t tell me you’d had multiple dreams,” he shot back in English.

He was still pissed. I sighed. At least we’d had a couple of peaceful weeks between us.

Introductions in English were made. Sonya and her husband, Noel, were our hosts for our stay in Paris.

“You’re married?” I asked in surprise, then flushed. “I didn’t mean to sound so shocked, I just—”

“You’re the first bonded vampire couple she’s met, mes amis,” Bones smoothly filled in. “I think she was starting to believe she had a monopoly on the status.”

They both laughed, and the awkward moment passed. Sonya never even batted an eye at the half dozen vampires who took up position around the perimeter of her home.

They showed us to our room, with views of the surrounding gardens. Sonya was a horticulturist. Her gardens could have been used as a blueprint for Eden.

“Diligence and patience, ma chérie,” she said when I complimented her. “All things can benefit from the proper application of both.”

She eyed Bones in a pointed way after she said it, letting me know she hadn’t missed his earlier curt comment.

“My dear Sonya, I’ll try to remember that,” he replied dryly.

“You’ll want to refresh yourselves and settle in, of course. Cat, there is fruit, cheese, and chilled wine. Bones, should I send someone up for you now, or later?”

“Later. First I must speak with my wife.”

Again, his tone held a note of challenge when he said those two words. Sonya and Noel left. Before their footsteps faded away, Bones started in on me.

“Blast it, Kitten, I believed we were past this, yet once again you’ve decided what I can and cannot handle without discussing it with me.”