<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded in agreement, gently slinging the satchel back over her back. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“It took us two months to save up enough money for their work books. At their current prices… and the rate we were making money at the time, it would have taken us almost a year.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> they still had those work books, part of what his agents had brought over on that shelf.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi blushed, his eyes going a little wider for a brief moment when Lucian’s hand slipped down to his butt, grateful that he settled it around his waist once more, lest his cheeks bruise. That was one thing that he’d managed to keep from his sister about their interactions the other night. He wasn’t at all sure how she would take it, and honestly he wasn’t sure how he did either, but as reluctant as he was to admit it, he did like the attention.</span>