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“Did he have a spell for all those things?”
“Yep.” A devious look crossed Isabella’s face. “Then I went in for the kill.”
“Oh my god. What did you ask?”
“I asked if he had a spell that someone could use to protect themselves in a dangerous situation. One that would do more than just what using their own magic would do. Like to repel harm if they were out on their own.”
Kate laughed. “And Reece hadn’t caught on yet?”
“Oh, he had, but by then it was too late.”
“So, I’m guessing he had one?”
“He did, and he knew I wouldn’t let him get away with not giving it to me.” Isabella curled her fingers and blew on her nails before pretending to buff them on her shirt, as if to say she was hot stuff. “That’s why I’m here without my shadow. I’ll get Reece to give it to you. I’d do it, but I can’t remember all of it.”
“It can wait. And when I get it, I’ll suggest he give it to Jack so it can be passed on to anyone who might need it.” Kate wondered if that was all Isaac wanted—to make sure she was safe, not to control her. Second-guessing herself was not a good feeling.
Isabella snapped her fingers. “Good idea. Like the one that stopped Maverick from getting inside our heads.”
“Enough about safety,” Kate said, wanting to drop the topic. How about some dessert? I heard this place has the best chocolate fudge cake and the pieces are massive. Want to share a piece?”
“Share? You sure it’ll be big enough for the two of us?” Isabella teased.
“Hmm… maybe.” Kate laughed and looked around to see if their server was nearby when a shout came from the front of the restaurant. A man ran past the hostess station, and mid-stride, he turned sideways, shooting a bolt of magic toward the entrance as someone burst through the door.
“Get down!” Kate whisper-yelled, as she lunged at Isabella and grabbed hold of her arm, pulling them both to the floor and rolling under the table.
6
“I need a short stretch break,” Isaac said as he wiped a paper towel over the new ink on Damon’s arm before putting down his tattoo machine.
“Sounds good,” Damon said, getting up. “I’ll use the restroom.”
Isaac stood and rotated his neck from side to side. He’d been hunched over for a couple of hours already. During their last session, he hadn’t finished the outline before they’d rushed to Kate’s, which meant that he had almost started from the beginning again.
Thinking of Kate made him want to check his phone to see if she’d texted, but he knew she hadn’t. After she’d flashed away last week, believing he didn’t trust her, his texts and calls had gone unanswered.
For three full days, he’d let her sulk until he had finally had enough and took matters into his own hands. He’d flashed directly onto her front doorstep. Then it took another fifteen minutes of him standing in the cold and talking to her through the door before she had finally opened it.
No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t call her eventual greeting welcoming, but at least she let him into her house. As soon as she shut the door behind him, he’d tried to get her to sit down and talk. But Kate’s emotional walls were higher than he’d ever seen them.
Getting right into his space, her lips had been only a hair’s breadth from his when she told him she needed a good fuck. That was all she’d wanted from him. Or at least all she was willing to admit that she wanted. He hated the friends-with-benefits box she had put them into, but he wasn’t going to turn down any time he got to spend with her, horizontal or not.
In his mind, it was more than sex when they were together—he was making love to her. Maybe it was that way for her too, but that was likely another thing she wasn’t willing to admit.
He had willingly given her what she wanted, but once more, it had been on his terms. Flipping their positions so he was the one with his back to the room, he had backed her up until she was sandwiched between the wall and his body. Ridding her of her clothes only took a second using his magic, and then he had fingered her to two orgasms. She’d begged for Isaac to fuck her, but he wasn’t going to give her everything she wanted, at least not yet.
Now she was talking to him, although he had initiated all the phone calls, and their conversations over the last few days had all revolved around sex. Tonight, he had planned to stop by her house and bring dinner, hoping they could eat and talk. Do something more than just fuck. His internal whining that all his girlfriend wanted was sex would likely be enough to have his man-card revoked if any of his male friends heard him. But one of the biggest problems was that Kate didn’t see herself as his girlfriend, even though Isaac did.
Unfortunately, his plan of dinner wasn’t going to work. Kate had texted him earlier to say she was going shopping and out for dinner with Isabella. The text had surprised him—it was the first since she had started talking to him again. A simple text wasn’t much, but since Kate had let him know what she was doing instead of keeping him hanging, he considered it a win.
“Ready to get back to it?” Damon asked, interrupting Isaac’s thoughts.
“Sure.”
They both got back into position, and Isaac started back up. He was really pleased with Damon’s tattoo and figured they’d have it finished in another couple of hours.
“I fucking love it,” Damon said a few minutes later. “Good call on adding to the design. Glad you didn’t leave it up to me.”
