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Her kitchen was one of her favorite places to be, something that had very little to do with her witchness. The part of her still very human loved to cook.
She ground her coffee beans fresh, then finished the process with her French press. While her coffee steeped, she went to her herb garden and collected a few sprigs of fresh basil. The scent always got to her, easing her mind. The flavor was exactly what she wanted with her eggs, cheese and tomatoes.
She crossed paths with Vaughn on her way back, who had a cup of coffee in hand. He was dressed in one of Max’s long navy t-shirts as well as a fresh pair of jeans. He’d cleaned up his tough, black leather work-boots and looked fantastic.
“Enjoy the garden.”
“I will.”
She stopped long enough to take hold of his arm, rise up on tiptoes and kiss him. Then she headed to finish up her kitchen duties.
As she moved in the direction of the house, she didn’t have to look back to know he was watching her. If either of them made enough of a push, they’d be locked together once more.
But she could sense his determination probably because it matched her own.
“Breakfast in ten.”
“Thanks,” he called back.
She served the meal on the back patio behind her spellroom. The early April weather was almost balmy in the evenings. She’d flung the doors wide so she could begin connecting with the space long before she entered her meditation.
Vaughn didn’t say a word as he sat down and began to eat. His gaze rarely landed on her, but she could feel him thinking. She doubted he tasted one bite of his food.
“Loghry?”
He glanced at her and nodded. “Yep.”
“Same here.”
She felt in her bones they’d be facing the psychopathic wizard before the night was out.
CHAPTER SIX
Vaughn ate methodically, but his thoughts were consumed with Loghry and trying to put a strategy together.
More often than not, his gaze landed inside the spellroom. He didn’t know why Emma had purposely opened the doors, but he suspected it had something to do with her connection to the space. He was hoping she’d revisit her snapshot images again, the same process that had led them to rescue the girls in Savage.
If she could get a vision involving Loghry’s mansion, they’d have a chance of taking the wizard on. More than anything, he wanted to end Loghry’s reign of terror against young teenage girls.
“You squeeze that fork any harder, you’ll bend it in half.”
Frowning, Vaughn glanced at Emma. “What?”
“Your fork.” She gestured to his hand. “Will I have to replace it?”
He glanced down and saw that he’d compressed it, bending the tines almost to the tip of the handle. “Shit. I’m sorry, Em.”
“Something particular on your mind?” She slipped a bite of omelet into her mouth
“Loghry and his victims. I’m hoping you can bring up a new set of snapshots tonight. I’m jumping to get a chance at Loghry. Or if not him, then to rescue some more girls.” He picked up his mug and drank. The coffee had cooled, but he didn’t care.
“I was thinking I could try focusing on Loghry’s mansion.”
He smiled. “You read my mind.”
“Not hard to do since we both want the same thing.”
He took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “We do.”
