Romas had tossed her in bed more than once over the past three months, though he had stopped lecturing her on how unbecoming a lush was to a man looking for a wife.
Romas had no qualms about invading her bedroom to drag her out of bed if Evelyn directed him to.
She'd never dated a man half as handsome, annoying, or caring as Romas, and she expected there were very few men like him to go around.
Romas was a towering example of male perfection: blond with golden skin and bright blue eyes, a chiseled face and buff body, and tall.
Evelyn was six feet tall and Romas a full head taller than her.
Evelyn gave a brilliant smile, and Romas eyed her.
Kiera took her usual chair, and Romas ruffled her hair as he passed her.
"You didn't come to the party last night," Kiera said as she helped herself to eggs before Romas could fill her plate.
"I had business," Romas said, serving a glowing Evelyn.
Evelyn had been so happy the past few months, and having Romas around was not that bad.
"Not if you behave," Romas said.
"You really don't like me, Romas?" she asked.
"The bathroom is big enough for both of you," Romas said.
"Oh, damn you," she muttered, irritated her first sale was a pity sale and yet thinking even better of Romas for supporting his fiancée's hopeless friend.
"As Romas pointed out, you have no real life and nothing really to tie you down," Evelyn said.
Where is Romas from exactly?
Kiera had suspected Romas to be independently wealthy by his complete lack of concern for being anywhere but with Evelyn for the last three months.
She let Romas in with a glare.
"You are not a third wheel by the bushes," Romas assured her.
She relaxed into the comfortable black desk chair in front of her computer, wondering if Romas had told Evelyn of the half a dozen kids he expected.
Evelyn handled it all with cheerfulness while Kiera stressed over the shade of flowers clashing with the décor, and the cake containing nuts, which Romas was allergic to.
She left the bathroom, pulling on an oversized, soft T-shirt Evelyn had shanghaied from Romas and Kiera had shanghaied from Evelyn.
In the morning, she'd clean up the house and then start working on another painting, the portrait of Evelyn and Romas she wanted to give the two of them as their joint wedding present.
Everything, as Romas said, except the pictures.
Evelyn knew-- and Romas assured her-- Kiera would be fine.
She wanted her friend to be happy, and Romas thought this was the best way.
From what Romas said, every household on his planet had at least one or two of the critters to keep things clean.
Or Romas would come searching for her.
"She'll be well," Romas said.
Romas snorted in response.
She stepped into the hallway, unwilling to await a purposely slower-moving Romas, and touched the wall.
That they were going to some other planet millions of light years from earth because Romas knew a few good men they'd like to hook her up with?
Romas caught up to her and swept her into his arms for a quick kiss.
Romas was all business by the time they rounded the corner; he even released Evelyn's hand and quickened his step into one that befitted a warrior prince.
Romas strode in unasked, and she cursed quietly as she saw the cat-like critter chasing Kiera.
Romas snatched the critter with one hand and tossed it to one of the warriors at the door.
Romas strode out of the room and down the hall.
Romas set Kiera down gently.
Romas crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry.
Romas shook his head and stepped forward.
Romas ignored her and grabbed Kiera, pulled her away to face him, and gave her a stiff shake.
She elbowed Romas away to stand before Kiera.
Romas, can you give us a minute?
I'll tell you about Romas and where we're going.
You want Romas to come in here and explain things?
And women don't have any rights where Romas is from.
Romas had attempted once to explain the clothing was not woven aboard the ship but created on his home planet, molecularly broken into invisible pieces and stored somewhere aboard the ship.
She held her forearm out to the door as she approached, glancing again at the gold band around her wrist that Romas had emphasized she needed to wear at all the times.
Romas had felt no need to explain his insistence of her wearing it, but Evelyn had explained it acted as a visual identifying piece and also happened to open all the doors on the ship.
She thought she recognized one or two from the men who had accompanied Romas to the wedding.