Bracken chattered something that sounded suspiciously like,About time, lover boy, and scampered higher into the tree.
I scrubbed a hand over my face.
Liora felt something.
She’d admitted it.I felt everything.She wasn’t the only one. Liora just fitted. She fitted me. I wanted more with her, which again, should terrify me, but it wasn’t terror I felt.
And now?
Now I just had to make damn sure she didn’t talk herself out of us.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LIORA
How the hell was I supposed to focus on giving a proper reading when my insides were scrambled in knots and my heart was pumping wildly? Glancing at the clock, I swore, and then dove into the shower, needing a moment to calm myself.
Water always soothed me, and so after I’d scrubbed the important bits, I took a moment to sit, my hair piled on top of my head and my back to the hot spray of water.
How had we gotten here so fast?
Was it possible to feel something for someone after a few nights of long conversations and hearty meals by the fire?
I mean, it wasn’t like I’d just met Torin. I knew him from years ago, and we’d also gotten along. But I’d never looked at him in a romantic light. Even though he was dead sexy. But he just wasn’t on my radar in that manner because he’d been with Avery. Still, I was remembering more about him, now that we were spending time together, and I realized just how much I had genuinely liked him back in the day.
I could already hear Zara lecturing me about moving too quickly.
Which I wasn’t.
A few kisses meant nothing.
She was the one who had put me in this house. So it wasn’t like I was to blame for moving in with the lad. The only thing I’d done wrong was accidentally hit him with a truth spell.
“This light makes you look like a magickal wood nymph.”
Who even said things like that? A man who spent his time among the trees, that was who.
Either way, I needed to clear my head so I could give this kind widow a clear reading on what her future held for her this year. I silently begged the universe to not have her ask about her love life. I was terrified of giving one more reading that might end up being misinterpreted.
Finishing up, I hopped out of the shower, dried off, and hurriedly applied some light makeup before I put on jeans and a fitted long-sleeved T-shirt. Piling a few of my crystal necklaces around my neck, I took my hair down, brushed it out, and then half-plaited it back. By the time I’d finished, I had about ten minutes before Greta was due to arrive.
Cracking the door open, I peered out.
“Bracken?” I hissed.
“Aye, lass.”
I muffled a shriek as the squirrel bounded from the roof above my head to the ground in front of my feet.
“Damn it, that’s terrifying.” I laughed. “Um, do you want to help me with my reading? Just to maybe channel energy or whatnot? I’m worried that I might do something wrong.”
“Will I scare your client?”
“I don’t know. Maybe if I just tell her you’re my pet?” I looked up at the drive where I could hear a car approaching. “And, you know, you don’t jump on her face or something.”
“Damn it. That’s my favorite way to greet people.”
My lips quirked.