Page 57 of Fated Moons
But Alley thought that was a useless talent.
However, today it would prove to show how each witch felt about the other and those surrounding them. Except, Alley could hide her aura. Something Amanda had never quite learned how to do.
Talk about wearing your emotions on your sleeve.
“Kiss me,” Amanda said as Jackson rolled his Jeep to a stop in the parking lot of Ricki’s Family Diner. Ricki’s was the greasy spoon for the rich and famous with its overpriced twenty-five-dollar eggs and bacon breakfast. Out-of-towners came to get a glimpse of the stars, and you could be guaranteed you’d see at least one at any given time. No matter how expensive, the cinnamon rolls were to die for.
“Don’t you think we gave the paparazzi a good enough show at my house?” Jackson glanced over his shoulder, waving at the half dozen reporters and photographers. Most usually camped out in the lot to see what new rising couple would make an appearance.
“So not the point. I want to get the fairy dust going and you bring it out in me. But there’s something else I need from you.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Remember when I looked inside you, at your inner?—”
“I’d like to forget the aftereffects of that. Seeing you as an ice princess is an image I’d like to erase.”
“Me too, but my aunt will see both my inner and outer aura, and right now, it’s not filled with love and devotion.”
He undid his seat belt, reaching over and cupping her chin. “Does it really matter what she sees? We’re here to confront her and if she’s not the witch we’re looking for, then what she sees is your fear of confrontation.”
“If she didn’t cast the spell, I want her to accept you, so if she thinks we aren’t really mates, then she’ll make your life a living hell.”
He growled. “You’re my mate. She’ll know it. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Amanda cracked a smile as a few specks of fairy dust floated off her skin. “I saw something about a sniffing or scenting ritual once when it comes to wolves and mating. All I could think about was, no way would I ever want my butt sniffed.”
He groaned. “Are you serious right now? You know it’s not like that. We’re past imprinting and mating. That ritual you’re talking about is a formal marriage one and even I wouldn’t want to do that. I prefer the human marriage vows.”
“My dad swears the first time he laid eyes on my mom, he knew she was the one he was destined to be with, which is kind of creepy because she was like ten, and he’s almost ten years older.” She knew there was nothing sexual about the imprinting process from what she’d read about it. The concept was simple enough. More like claiming a future relationship.
“It’s weird but not unheard of with paranormal creatures,” he said, pulling her so close, she could hear his heart pounding. “Reach inside my right back pocket.”
“I wanted a kiss, not groping in the parking lot.”
He let out a small laugh. “Just do it.”
“Do you care that my sister can see us from across the street?”
“Do you?” he asked.
“Hell, no.” She slipped her fingers into his jeans, grabbing a small, thick piece of paper that almost felt like plastic against her fingertips. “It’s my youngest sister, who is so freaking drop-dead gorgeous we all want to strangle her, so making out with a hot werewolf in front of her might be fun.”
“For future reference, and just to be clear, you’re the hottest woman in any room, hands down.”
“You haven’t met Avery.”
“The ballerina? I’ve seen her perform, and she’s bland-looking.”
Amanda smiled about as wide as any woman could without her cheeks exploding. Her sisters were all beautiful. She pulled the paper out of his pocket and glanced at it.
She gasped, staring at herself as a baby and a young boy she knew deep down was Jackson. “Is that us?”
“I know by looking at that picture that I imprinted on you in that moment. Even weirder than your parents.”
“But more romantic.” She gave up waiting for him to initiate what they both wanted. Her lips sizzled as they pressed against his in an erotic dance that promised more than passion.
It foreshadowed something that would last forever.
The kiss didn’t linger very long as her body chilled. “Do you feel that?”
“I feel a coolness that makes no sense since it is eighty-five out and I have the woman I love in my arms.”
