Page 25 of Magical Melee
I found a little saucer where creamers were stored, dumped them out, and filled it with water before returning back to the hall.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I saw Keegan kneeling in front of Frank talking.
I smiled and shook my head as I knelt down with the water, promising myself I didn’t just hear Frank, the bulldog, chatting.
“You know, he doesn’t really talk back,” I told him.
Keegan stood, smiling at me. “How do you know?”
I chuckled and shrugged. “Just a hunch. You know, because he’s a canine.”
Keegan’s eyes fastened on mine, and my heart skipped a beat, maybe two.
But now wasnotthe time for that. For all I knew, he was with Nova.
“I just stopped by to check on you.” His teeth grazed his bottom lip. “You know, from earlier.”
“Oh?” I laughed. “You mean, the whole fainting thing?”
He grinned and nodded.
“Well, thanks for checking on me. I’m actually about to dive into a cheeseburger, so I must be doing better.”
He laughed and nodded. “Glad to hear it.”
The energy between us shifted, and I returned my gaze to his.
“I’m glad I ran into you.” I drew a breath, feeling like I was suddenly thrown back into high school. “I wanted to thank you for giving me that photo.”
“Yeah? Had you seen that one before?” he asked.
I shook my head quickly. “No. I haven’t ever seen it. I…” Words failed me.
“You what?” he asked softly.
“I had no idea that I’d been here before.” A shiver ran through me. “My mom strictly forbade me from coming here. She said it was foolish and a waste of time and money.”
“Interesting.”
“Why’s that?”
“She was the one taking the photo.”
My eyes shot up in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He leaned against the wall, his muscular figure hard to ignore under the clothes he’d changed into. A grey plaid flannel stretched across his chest and forearms like he could bust out of it at a moment’s notice if needed.
Not that men needed to turn intoSupermanall the time or anything, but still…
I smiled, realizing Skye had gotten into my mind. Keegan did not need to become a potential date.
“You know, your family was a huge presence in Stonewick before your dad…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I nodded.
“I feel kind of cheated,” I confessed. “This place feels so cozy.”
He chuckled, lifting his brows. “It does? Most people say it’s a little haunting and creepy.”
“Then I guess I’m not most people.”
