Blissfully unaware of Much's roiling emotions, Qebhet laughed. By the time they'd both remembered the pots that night, the rain had been hammering down in earnest and she'd had to hold open the door against the screaming wind while Much wrestled the big planters inside. By the time he was done, they'd both been utterly drenched, and so naturally they'd ended up in the shower together, where Qebhet had massaged earthy fenugreek oil into his muscles until Much had distracted her again with his clever tongue and nimble fingers. The memory brought a pleasant tingle of warmth to her belly.
"Genesis helped me with the pots this morning," she said over her shoulder as she headed through the living room into the kitchen. "That's my friend, her apartment had some flooding. We were luckier here, I think the worst of it missed us." She shot a glance at Much and a coy smile tugged at her lips. "Not as exciting as the last storm, though."