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“I’ve never seen anyone eat as much as you.”
“My cousin Isaac does.” She knotted the cloth in her hands.
Jay thrust his hand into his pocket, running his finger against the burlap.
“He’s a growing, fourteen-year-old male.”
She leaned forward, giving him a desirable, but forbidden and dangerous view. He squeezed the pipe. Would he even remember she existed in the fog?
“My father’s appetite isn’t small.”
Jay itched. She had to leave. When she went to bed, he’d go outside. It was wrong but he couldn’t make it. He’d go mad without it quicker than he’d go mad with it.
First, though, she needed to go. She couldn’t know, couldn’t be a part of it.
“True.” He ran his shaking fingers through his hair, ripping at the roots again.
“Besides, aren’t I permitted one vice? Don’t you have a couple, Mr. Truitt?” Ursula raised an eyebrow and his breath stopped.
What did she just say? Was she a medium? Certainly not, given her performance with every other single person who ever lived and yet...
She cocked her head, as if to study him and his reactions. What did she know? Had she seen the bag or the pipe?
“The champagne I can pass on, too great a headache in the morning, but you said your other vice was enjoyable with at least one experienced party.” Ursula brushed a golden curl out of her eyes.
Wonders never ceased. At least this night was becoming interesting. So, she wanted to frolic in that territory? He could play that game,
and win. He leaned against a cupboard.
“But what?” Jay inched closer, so close the air moved when her breath hitched.
“I—”
He pulled his hand from his pocket and planted it right next to her elbow, millimeters from her skin. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes darted to the side—a tell.
She wanted something. What was this really about? Certainly not him.
“Come on, Urs, you broached this topic. I’m quite interested in what you have to say. Has Hugo shown any signs of life?”
Creases darkened between her eyes and she wrinkled her nose as if she’d smelled something awful.
Hecate screeched and turned beady eyes on him, as if in warning.
Urs drew back and shook her head. “What? No. No, I mean—he—no. He’s never suggested—”
Oh Hugo, you’re useless, aren’t you?
The man had really no sense. If anyone put as much effort into helping him with his family—Jay stuffed his hand back into his pocket and squeezed. Present. He needed to stay in the present.
“So, we’re only speaking in the hypothetical here?” He folded his arms.
Ursula held up a finger, before finding herself another apple. She chewed, offering pieces to Hecate. At least she broke them off. In between bites, she waved a hand at him.
“Yes, just the hypothetical. We were speaking of appetites and—”
She was endearing, especially when she was nervous. How more people didn’t adore her company—he shook his head. This is why he needed to find a new locale.
He invaded her space once more. “I believe we were speaking of vices.”
