Page 80 of Blue Moon Mistress

I force myself to stay in the bath until the water cools. And when I get out, I put on what Johnny pulled out for me.

The pajama pants are mine… the shirt, he brought from home.

But it makes me smile, so I slip it over my head and head back to the living room, wolfy Johnny still with me.

I search through the pages, ignoring the heavy slumber that threatens, and I almost flip right past what I’m looking for, but two pages later, my brain stops, and like the clicking of a roller coaster at the top of its rise… It suddenly rushes back to me.

I flip back, and there it is… the spell I’ve spent far too long looking for.

And as soon as I see it, all the weight of the past few days falls on me.

Placing a polished howlite palmstone on the page, I scoot up onto the chair behind me. And let out a long breath.

I definitely have to sleep before I try to cast that… Faint rays filter through my curtains. Dawn was obscured by clouds, but it’s already day.

And that means, Chase is going to be here soon…

I manage to hold out until he gets here.

“I found it.” I say as he slips off his jacket and lets his gaze wander around the space.

“Then why aren’t you in bed, silly woman?” He steps carefully over my piles and scoops me up.

“Because I was promised you’d feed me.” I point to the kitchen.

“Is that so?”

“No, it’s because I didn’t want to be asleep when you showed up and have you leave without waking me.”

“I definitely wouldn’t have interrupted your much needed sleep.”

“I know.”

He sets me in one of my dining chairs and slips back to the front, returning with a small bag. “More of Johnny’s experiments in oats. Peanut butter and jelly this time.”

Chase feeds me and then once again, picks me up, following my directions to my bedroom.

“Stay with me?” I ask, not taking my arms from around his neck. “At least until I fall asleep?”

He agrees on a murmur and the bed sinks with his weight.

I hadn’t realized how much I wanted this warmth until I got it…

“You’re still coming to the game?”

“Mmhmm… but I have no idea what I’d wear.”

His eyes trace over me and I manage to bite my tongue, but only for a moment. “Obviously, it’ll have to be more than this.”

“Obviously.” He brushes my hair out of my face. “For one thing, you’d freeze to death, and none of us want that. Go to sleep, witchy woman.”

But I can’t fall into that delicious slumber. Not yet.

There are too many questions still.

“Chase?” I snuggle closer, the question I have to ask, I probably wouldn’t if I was fully awake. “Do they know?”

“Gonna need a little more specificity, beautiful.”

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