My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 251

Jace

"I... I missed you, Sir Jace."

The Sir Jace came out of her mouth the same way it had come out of her mouth at ten — small, careful, both words given equal weight, the way someone says a phrase they've practiced privately because they wanted to get it right.

The voice on top was the new voice, the voice of a woman who knew what she was doing in a hotel room. Underneath was the other one. They were both in there at the same time and the sound of the two of them sitting in one mouth was something I was going to have to deal with later.

I said it back to her. I said it because I wanted to hear it in my own mouth in the same room as hers.

"Sir Jace."

"Yes."

I let her chin go. I had to. My hand was about to do something else and I needed a second.

I turned and walked three steps away from her, toward the table with the fruit on it, picked up an apple, put it back down. I rolled my shoulders out. The lodge had a smell that wasn't quite right — not bad, the right kind of cleaning soap, but with something old underneath, the smell of a building that didn't get used as much as the staff pretended it did. The bath at the end of the room was throwing steam steady through the doorway. The pipes were good. Somebody had paid for good pipes.

"You still held on to it," I said.

"That's your name."

I turned around. "My name's Jace."

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"Your name isn't just Jace." She'd found something to do with her hands by putting them behind her back. "Your name is Sir Jace of Paris."

I laughed. I didn't mean to. It came out of me hard, the kind of laugh you can't catch fast enough to dress it up, and I had to put a hand on the back of my neck for a second to get the air back in.

"What — what — that doesn't even — that doesn't make sense. You realize that doesn't make sense, right?"

"I don't care."

"You can't add a country to somebody's name."

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