Page 22 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

She walked through an image of him in what she was assuming was his workshop, warmth spreading through her further as he smiled with pride, stepping back from what he was working on. Then she skipped again, this time following him as he helped his grandmother plan for something, both of them standing over a table scattered with papers. The love between them so easily seen.

Blinking at the image, she skipped to one she knew well. To one of their dreams. It was a time that he had taken her to a beautiful cliffside to look out over the valley and simply sat there with her. His arms were wrapped around her as they sat and watched the sunset.

The colors of the sky bled away, and when she blinked again, Garrett’s kitchen came into focus. Pulling her hand back, she looked up into his eyes. They were shifting back and forth over her face, a small frown furrowing his brow, as if he wasn’t certain what he should be looking for.

“You okay?” he whispered, and she nodded.

She hadn’t felt one ounce of deceit. Nothing untrustworthy. But what she had felt was undeniable love.

Love, tenderness, and hope.

Something deep inside of her broke free, and a wall that she hadn’t known she had built started to crumble just a little. She sat back and smiled at him, feeling more carefree than she had in a long time.

“Wow. I’m impressed,” his grandmother said, standing from the table and interrupting the moment. “You and I are going to have to have more talks about this gift of yours. I really think that you could make a difference.”

“You think so?” she asked, turning and looking up at Eleanor, hope filling her.

“I do. Rest up and enjoy the day. We will talk soon.” Then she was gone, much like the night before.

“Does she live here?” she asked Garrett.

“Yep. We all live in this same house, but each side has its own entry, so it’s semi-private.”

Interesting.

“Want to go to my shop with me today?” he asked, standing and grabbing her plate, and excitement replaced any remaining nerves.

“I would love to,” she said, and he smiled.

Chapter 9

Garrett

Mostwomenwouldhavebeen bored sitting in a workshop all day with nothing to do but watch him.

He supposed that he should have brought her a book to read, but she seemed so interested in what he was doing that he just let her be.

Every once in a while, she would ask a question, or her head would tilt and she’d frown, as if trying to work out what it was that he was doing, but other than that, she simply sat there.

“You getting tired?” he asked, running the plane across the piece of wood that he was working with.

“No.”

“Hungry.” He tried again.

“No.”

“Would you tell me if you were?” He chuckled as her cheeks turned pink.

That would be a no.

He set the plane down and walked over to where she was sitting on a stool, and without letting himself think about it too much, he wrapped his hand around her neck, pulled her up to him till their mouths were almost touching.

“I’m going to kiss you now unless you say no.” Her eyes flared, and he waited for her to say something, but she met his stare head on and remained silent.

Fuck.

Making himself go slowly, he brushed his lips across hers, before deepening the kiss. Something in his chest moved, cracking open, as if she were the long-lost key that he had been looking for.

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