keep it flowing, I might get intae this pretty lass’s good graces and be forever in yer debt.”
Maddie chuckled. “Aye, I can do that.” Then she left them.
Morrie turned a frown on Kade. “You make me sound so shallow that I can be bought with soda.”
“With the daggers ye were throwing that poor grocer girl, I’d think ye’d kill for it.”
Morrie bit back a grin and looked down at her menu.
He was right. If she’d had a sword, she’d have beheaded the dumb bitch. For her poor supply of soda and for the way she eyed Kade.
After they browsed a moment, Maddie returned with her Dr. Pepper.
“Oh, thank you,” Morrie breathed, taking the glass like it was an offering of nectar from Frey.
When a couple of fishermen entered, Maddie left to greet them with a promise to return to take their orders.
Morrie took a long drink, closing her eyes and savoring the sweet burn down her throat. With it she felt all her nerves calm in its wave.
Addicted .
By the gods, the humans were good at creating vices.
Breathing a sigh of satisfaction, she licked her lips and opened her eyes to find Kade watching her. His expression had darkened, his eyes nearly black.
Heat burned through her under his gaze.
Flushing, she looked away.
Clearing his throat, Kade sat up and murmured, “Had I known that’s how ye’d react, I would have taken the throne of England tae get it for ye.”
Hiding her grin, Morrie lowered her head over the menu and asked, “So what’s good here?”
“All of it, really, but Maddie’s famous potato stew is what I crave when I’m away.”
Morrie looked up. “How often do you go away?”
“More often lately, it seems, but I never really know. The trips are always of a…spontaneous nature.”
“Where do you go?”
Good to know her inquisitive nature was still strong and intact.
“Here and there,” Kade answered with an ambiguity that didn’t fit his character.
Morrie let the subject drop. Browsing the menu, she set it aside and said, “Potato stew sounds good.”
When Maddie returned Kade smiled and gave their orders, asking for a coffee, as well. Left alone for the time, he rested his elbows on the table and leaned in.
“What got ye intae horses?”
Morrie tried to think back.
It was different long ago—a horse was like a car; everyone had one and it was just part of everyday life. But there had been a point where she stopped looking at them as just transportation and instead as companions.
It was when she first abstained from using magic and lived life like a true human.
“I had been injured. I was out, far away from any help with only my horse. He took me to safety. Somehow he kept me on his back, kept me from falling unconscious and walked me the long distance back. He knew where to go.” She shrugged and took a sip. “I knew there was more to them and that I had a connection with them.”
“I imagine the horses here are a bit different than the ones where ye’re from.” He leaned back, crossing his arms. “They’re a bit wilder here.”
“Nothing’s so wild that can’t be tamed.” Morrie smiled. “Not by me, at least.”
Kade grinned in a way that seemed to tickle her bones. His response was slow and deep. “I doona doubt that, lass.”
And again it filled her with that warm chocolate oddness. Morrie cleared her throat.
“What were you and your brother doing in the graveyard this morning?” she asked, hoping to redirect the tone of their conversation. It probably wasn’t the best question to do so, though.
“We were visiting the graves of our father and brother.”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think…,” Morrie tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Doona apologize, I doona mind ye asking me anything.” He smiled sadly.
But she was sorry, and that confused her.
She normally wouldn’t care. Hadn’t cared about much, really, for a very
Maddie chuckled. “Aye, I can do that.” Then she left them.
Morrie turned a frown on Kade. “You make me sound so shallow that I can be bought with soda.”
“With the daggers ye were throwing that poor grocer girl, I’d think ye’d kill for it.”
Morrie bit back a grin and looked down at her menu.
He was right. If she’d had a sword, she’d have beheaded the dumb bitch. For her poor supply of soda and for the way she eyed Kade.
After they browsed a moment, Maddie returned with her Dr. Pepper.
“Oh, thank you,” Morrie breathed, taking the glass like it was an offering of nectar from Frey.
When a couple of fishermen entered, Maddie left to greet them with a promise to return to take their orders.
Morrie took a long drink, closing her eyes and savoring the sweet burn down her throat. With it she felt all her nerves calm in its wave.
Addicted .
By the gods, the humans were good at creating vices.
Breathing a sigh of satisfaction, she licked her lips and opened her eyes to find Kade watching her. His expression had darkened, his eyes nearly black.
Heat burned through her under his gaze.
Flushing, she looked away.
Clearing his throat, Kade sat up and murmured, “Had I known that’s how ye’d react, I would have taken the throne of England tae get it for ye.”
Hiding her grin, Morrie lowered her head over the menu and asked, “So what’s good here?”
“All of it, really, but Maddie’s famous potato stew is what I crave when I’m away.”
Morrie looked up. “How often do you go away?”
“More often lately, it seems, but I never really know. The trips are always of a…spontaneous nature.”
“Where do you go?”
Good to know her inquisitive nature was still strong and intact.
“Here and there,” Kade answered with an ambiguity that didn’t fit his character.
Morrie let the subject drop. Browsing the menu, she set it aside and said, “Potato stew sounds good.”
When Maddie returned Kade smiled and gave their orders, asking for a coffee, as well. Left alone for the time, he rested his elbows on the table and leaned in.
“What got ye intae horses?”
Morrie tried to think back.
It was different long ago—a horse was like a car; everyone had one and it was just part of everyday life. But there had been a point where she stopped looking at them as just transportation and instead as companions.
It was when she first abstained from using magic and lived life like a true human.
“I had been injured. I was out, far away from any help with only my horse. He took me to safety. Somehow he kept me on his back, kept me from falling unconscious and walked me the long distance back. He knew where to go.” She shrugged and took a sip. “I knew there was more to them and that I had a connection with them.”
“I imagine the horses here are a bit different than the ones where ye’re from.” He leaned back, crossing his arms. “They’re a bit wilder here.”
“Nothing’s so wild that can’t be tamed.” Morrie smiled. “Not by me, at least.”
Kade grinned in a way that seemed to tickle her bones. His response was slow and deep. “I doona doubt that, lass.”
And again it filled her with that warm chocolate oddness. Morrie cleared her throat.
“What were you and your brother doing in the graveyard this morning?” she asked, hoping to redirect the tone of their conversation. It probably wasn’t the best question to do so, though.
“We were visiting the graves of our father and brother.”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think…,” Morrie tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Doona apologize, I doona mind ye asking me anything.” He smiled sadly.
But she was sorry, and that confused her.
She normally wouldn’t care. Hadn’t cared about much, really, for a very
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