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“I know.” She smirks up at me, but it’s only a halfhearted sass. “You’re not the first person to remind me of my alternative lifestyle. It’s been fun living in my trailer, but I think it might be time for a change.”
“Perhaps a small town with a great diner and ruggedly handsome sheriff?”
She clasps her hands behind her back and turns her face to the sun, letting its rays warm her skin and brighten her smile. “Maybe. I could be persuaded if the sheriff also happens to have a talented tongue and…extraordinary package.”
Through slitted eyes, she glances over at me before continuing down the path between the flowers.
“I think that can be arranged.”
Catching up to Tess, I pull her by her waist against my side, keeping her positioned just to my right so as not to completely torture myself. Her strong agile body softens against me as Ihold her in my embrace, watching her consider the possibility of remaining with me.
Her posture is open and relaxed in my hold, completely trusting and it only makes me more unwavering in my desire to keep her.
I’m about to lean down at kiss her parted pouty lips when I hear my name being called from somewhere behind us. I guess Larken is here. Kissing will have to wait.
Chapter 34: Tess
Larken calls out for Ryder and me as she jogs up the gravel path waving and smiling at us.
“There you are. I saw your truck in the parking lot but wasn’t sure where you’d gone to. Hi Tess, lookin’ good.”
She compliments the outfit she picked out for me, minus the tights. It would have taken me too long to put them on and I didn’t want to waste any time that I could be seeing my first real fairy.
Larken, of course, has far more fashion sense than I’ll ever have. Her long black hair is slick as oil over her shoulders. She’s wearing a pair of high-waisted purple and black plaid wide leg pants, purple crop top and beret. A few buttons affixed to her beret in a way that proves she’s far cooler than me.
“Thanks. Some chick who is way cooler than me picked it out.”
I separate myself from Ryder, his fingers only momentarily clinging to me before letting go. Larken notices and smiles but says nothing.
“I don’t know about that, I think you’re pretty cool.”
“Then you’re the only one,” I quip. I haven’t had many close female friends through the years, and I really like Larken, she’seasy to talk to and now that I know she’s also a fairy, it just makes her that much more awesome.
“Not the only one,” Ryder interjects.
“I can see that.” Larken looks us both up and down similar to the way Tobias does.
I tilt my head watching her trying to figure out what she’s looking at. Larken catches me staring at her in confusion. Her expressions shifts and she looks to Ryder.
“I thought you told her?”
“I did tell her, I just didn’t tell her everything. I guess I forgot the whole aura thing.” Ryder waves at her and shrugs. Larken grumbles.
“Okay so what Ryder forgot to tell you is that Fairies can see people’s auras, for lack of a better word. It’s a,” She purses her lips and gestates with her hands around my body. “Like a bubble, I guess, surrounding a person. It changes colors based on many things, mostly emotions. But…have you ever been to a carnival and had your fortune told by someone looking into a crystal ball?”
“Uh no, not that I can recall.”
“Okay well, either way, think of it like that. Like a psychic looking into a crystal ball. We see things in your aura that only we can understand. Such as, I can tell you two have been mixing auras, quite a lot recently.”
I blush and try to hide it under the brim of my hat. “I thought you said they would smell it, not see it?” I whisper shout at Ryder.
He doesn’t look one bit embarrassed and actually seems to be standing taller and puffing out his chest. Men.
“Oh, I can smell it too,” Larken giggles. “I was just trying to be polite.”
Great. Not only can they smell it they can see it. “How do you keep anything private?”
Larken sighs and shakes her head. “It’s not so much keeping things private as just not talking about it. We all know things; we just keep them to ourselves. It makes lifemucheasier.”
