There was tremulous smile that rose at his fingertips brushing across her cheek when he pushed her hair aside. Especially at the reassuring squeeze of his.
Just as he was refusing to consider that it could get worse, so was she. "Next time," she suggested calmly, with a tinge of gallow's humor about her question. "How about we just fly to Kauai and spent two weeks lying on the beach?" No ships with storms, none of that. Just them, the beach, sun and tropical drinks. Oh, and shrimp, fresh shrimp.
Az hoped that Housekeeping would be around sometime that night. They could probably clean up some of the things, but they did not really have trash bags or anything to get rid of all the broken glass. Besides, she would be sort of lost at picking up after a massive mess. With so much to do, she would likely be wondering where to start first for far too long.
Giving him a simple nod, and a "I'll be right back" as if she could not be absolutely sure he would be right where she left him when she stepped into even the bathroom nearby, Az carefully moved through the wreckage to the richly appointed pink marble room. A vase that she had moved onto the counter had fallen into the sink, and the red roses it had held were scattered over the sink, the counter and spilled out onto the floor.
There, staring at the broken flowers as if they had just slapped his mother, was Gregory. The feline's panther-like black head picked up and turned towards her, and even through the tail end of chaos, he seemed to be saying, 'Can you fix this already?'
Knowing that he was in a mood, and not one where he felt like being coddled, Az rolled her eyes and then set to looking for the first aid kit. Thankfully it was beneath the sink, and she was able to collect it and head back to the other room, to where poor Nikko seemed to think he was not a massive dog that outweighed her.
Gregory led the way, hopping up onto an overturned table to watch.