“Um… I told the coven I wasn’t going back with them. So I need somewhere to live. A job. You know. Human things.”
“Hm.” He maintained his flinty expression. “I suppose I can sort something out. What’s in it for me?”
“You want something in return?”
“I’m a mercenary, sweetheart. That’s how it works.”
“Oh. Well, in that case….”
She blinked slowly up at him as she unfastened her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. He gazed at the curve of herbelly, the line of her thighs, the small thatch of blue hair where they met.
“I don’t care what you say, princess,” he said huskily. “You’ve still got me under your spell.”
Fifty Four
They lay in the shelter of the stones, naked and euphoric. Blake stretched languidly and thought he’d never get used to the passion of their love-making.
Even the absence of the magic generated by her sexual energy couldn’t diminish its intensity. He wrapped his arms around her.
“You are one hell of a woman. Have I told you how much I love you?”
She wriggled contentedly.
“I know. I’ve known for ages.”
“Oh, really?”
“From the minute I woke up on that slab, actually.” She smiled smugly. “You gave me your coat.”
“My…?”
“Coat. Your beloved, ‘no-one touches the leather’ coat. You wrapped it round me. Undeniable proof.”
“To be fair, I thought you were dead.”
“Doesn’t matter. You gave it to me because youlurveme. Big giveaway.”
“You got me. Guilty as charged.”
They lay in silence for a while.
It hadn’t escaped his notice that she hadn’t told him she loved him, not since that moment during the ritual. He tried to quell his disquiet.
Maybe she wasn’t ready to say it again. He wasn’t going to push her, not when she had so many changes to deal with.
He stroked her hair.
“Is this going to work for you, Blue? Being human, I mean?”
“I don’t know. I hope so. It’ll take some getting used to.”
“What do you think you might do? Besides being my girlfriend, I mean.”
“Yourgirlfriend? You do know I’m four decades older than you, right?”
“I’ve always liked older women. Seriously, what will you do?”
She pondered.