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“Good.” He glanced around. “How about we go for that ride?”
“I’m ready.” She turned to scrutinize the dark, hazy edges of the dreamglide where her studio faded to nothing but a kind of preternatural quiet zone.
The only other time she’d been in the dreamglide was at Mont St. Michel. She had no idea what it would be like traveling to another destination.
Very few fae had the advanced ability to create a dreamglide, so she’d never been in one before Grant. In fact, she’d never had the opportunity to even sit down with someone and ask about their experience.
She had no idea what to expect.
For that reason, she shifted to stand next to Grant and took his arm. She used her free hand to cradle the inside of his elbow.
“Nervous?” He asked. He covered her hand with his own then squeezed.
“Of course. I mean, do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
He chuckled, and she loved that he wasn’t offended. “Hell, no, but I’m willing to learn.”
~ ~ ~
Grant felt split down the middle, two men, two very different desires. One was a wolf who would take over the pack. The other wanted to hold onto Natalie and never let her go.
Her interest had gotten to him, firing up the nerves along the insides of his thighs and connecting at the base of his groin. Only the most strenuous discipline had kept his arousal in check.
He had to admit he’d never felt like this before since Renee passed. Not once. A line of fur had erupted down his spine all the way to his tailbone.
He wanted Natalie.
He’d wanted her since the hospital and every minute in-between. That old saying about men thinking about sex every seven seconds had dropped to a very fine line between two and three. Only it wasn’t sex: It was Natalie and sex.
He took deep breaths.
He worked to focus on Africa and the penguins. Yet his thoughts kept shooting to the way her fingers held tight to the inside of his elbow. She held on with soft pads of pressure that set his nerves tingling in another straight line to his testicles.
He finally tore his thoughts away from his need for her.
He focused instead on the blue waters of Cape Town, on the layer of clouds that often streamed across Table Mountain, on the colony of penguins that had given Natalie a sudden heartache.
A rush, not of wind, but of energy, came toward him. The dreamglide began to move though not in a linear sense.
Natalie said, “This feels familiar.”
“I thought you hadn’t travelled in a dreamglide before.”
“Right,” she responded uncertain. “But the sensation, right now, of a kind of movement that isn’t movement. Seeking out the future feels similar to this. It’s like a rush of air, yet not.”
Grant felt compelled to look up. He was shocked to see the stars as he headed southeast across the North American continent toward the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic.
In front of him was nothing, just a sense of extreme motion and destination. But above was what he loved most. Natalie lifted her head as well.
“Look at the stars,” she cried, her voice full of excitement.
His heart felt tight. He was seeing the various constellations move swiftly and in positions different from what he’d ever expected to see because he was stuck in Phoenix.
God, was he no longer stuck?
He’d been shocked to learn he could build a dreamglide at all. But if traveling outside the confines of Five Bridges was one of the possibilities, his heart thudded in response.
The Gulf replaced the land below.
