“I’ve already got the luggage tags. But we need to add names to them,” she said apologetically.
“Sounds like a fun date night.”
Juniper’s eyes widened a fraction before they narrowed. “It’s not—”
“Come on, love,” I said, interrupting her.
“If I may say,”—the print shop employee added—“you two make an adorable couple.”
“Thank you,” I said quickly, before Juniper could contradict them.
Pivoting, I caught Juniper’s hand and guided her from the shop and back to the waiting rideshare. Magic sparkedbetween our palms, and she squeezed my hand.
“What is this?” she whispered.
Turning, I leaned in, looking down at her. She craned her head back to stare into my eyes.
“Magic,” I said simply.
On the drive home, she rubbed her hands together, like she was remembering the buzz of magic between our fingers.
I can’t wait to feel it again.
Chapter 7
Surprising Calligraphy Skills
Juniper
No mysterious magical selkie marriage could explain how my magic went crazy when Caspian touched me. My entire body ached to touch him again and try using all of that magic flowing between us.
The feeling was addictive, but since I planned on getting rid of him as soon as possible, it didn’t seem prudent, so I folded my hands in my lap and forced myself to look out the window instead of at the gorgeous selkie beside me. But I still felt his eyes on me like a caress.
Back at the condo, I ordered a late lunch for us to be delivered and then carried the booklets in, letting Caspian handle the boxes of totes.
He arranged everything on the dining table without me asking, and a warmth bloomed in my chest at how consideratehe was and how he anticipated my needs.
He really would be the perfect partner in any other circumstance.
Maybe, just maybe, he’d consider going on a date once we dealt with the whole magical husband thing.
My stomach flipped.
No, he’s nine years younger than me.
That was ridiculous. He’d never look at me normally, and once he was free of the accidental bond, he’d probably get away from me as fast as he could.
My ex-husband loved to tell me how undesirable I was and how I was lucky he married me. And he was an absolute troll compared to Caspian. So there was no way someone like Caspian would be interested in me.
Shoving those depressing thoughts aside, I focused on everything we needed to accomplish that evening. Caspian watched me with furrowed brows, like he sensed my mood darkening.
“Let’s do the luggage tags first,” I said, retrieving the box filled with fifty plastic hangers and cardstock rectangles. “I can write the names and you can stuff them into the sleeves.”
“Sure,” he said, shrugging.
I gave him an incredibly boring job, but he didn’t hesitate.
“Pick something for us to watch? I’ll die of boredom if we have to do this without some sort of entertainment,” I said,nodding at the television.
