Page 22 of Enchant the Dawn

“What?”

“Nothing.” He kissed her lightly. “I hope she’s right.”

“Do you? We hardly know each other.”

Slipping his arm around her shoulders, he said, “I know a way to remedy that.”

“I’ll bet you do,” she said dryly.

He traced her lower lip with his fingertips. “We start here,” he said and kissed her, his mouth moving seductively over hers, his tongue slipping inside. His fingers delved into the silky hair at her nape as he deepened the kiss.

Warmth flooded her being as she leaned into him. She was melting from the inside out, she thought, as she slid her hand up his arm. Her fingers curled around his biceps. The muscle bunched and flexed at her touch, sending a shiver of delight coursing through her.

He pulled her down until they were lying side by side on the sofa. For a moment, she lost herself in the warmth of his arms, the magic of his kisses, but as his kisses grew deeper and more intense, alarm bells went off in Maddy’s mind. Gasping for breath, she pushed against his chest.

He sat up immediately. “Sorry. Guess I got a little carried away.”

“A little?” She blew out a sigh.

“Guess I wanted to get to know all of you at once,” he said with an apologetic smile. “Maybe we should go for a walk and cool off.”

“Good idea.”

Maddy grabbed a sweater and her keys. They definitely had to slow down, she thought, because his kisses were hotter than dynamite.

She locked the door and they walked hand in hand down the front steps toward the sidewalk.

Sunday evening and the streets were quiet. They passed a few people sitting on their porches, and a couple of boys playing catch in the street.

Maddy looked up at Dominic. “Do you believe in fortune-telling?”

He shrugged. “Depends on who’s doing it.”

“Really? Have you ever had anyone read your palm?”

“I’m going to tell you a secret. One you might not believe.”

“What?”

“My mother’s a witch.”

“Dominic, be serious.”

“I am. It runs in the family.”

Maddy stared at him, wide-eyed. “Are you telling me that you’re a witch?”

“No. It only applies to the women in my family.” Seeing the skepticism in her eyes, he said, “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“No. But tell me about your family. Is it big?”

“Not really. Just my grandparents, my mom and dad, me and my twin sister. And my great-grandmother.”

“Is your sister a witch, too?”

“Yes. So are my mother and my great-grandma.”

“Do they live here, in Louisiana?”

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