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I surrender to his embrace and as he feels the shift of my body, he leans forward kissing me gently on the forehead, my cheekbone, and then on my wanting mouth. This kiss is different than his kisses before. It is tender and compassionate.
My legs are noodles by the time he pulls away from me. I want him now more than ever.
“I am going to need that coffee now if I’m supposed to focus on the task at hand today,” he says with a glint in his eye.
We drink coffee together in silence for a few minutes. This is a comfortable silence, not the awkward kind when you are clawing to peel out of your skin. Instead, I feel at peace.
After those moments of tranquility, Isaiah gets to work on removing the broken and defaced windows from my storefront while I work on grinding down eggshells into cascarilla powder. Not only is the powder great for protection and cleansing, but eggshells also provide calcium carbonate to the soil which helps to create an alkaline environment in which plants can grow.
I use it often when I am repairing environments and tending to plants that I’ve propagated or reseeded.
However today I find it increasingly difficult to focus on the monotonous task of grinding the eggshells down to powder. Isaiah’s body is massive and every ounce of him appears to be made of muscle, from his chest to his ass to his thighs.
How is a girl supposed to get any work done around him like this?
Chapter 5
Isaiah
With Lorelei’s shop back in order, I can focus on finding out who was behind the broken windows and juvenile threats sprawled out in graffiti. I find it best to observe and listen rather than make myself too well known, even though part of me wants to ransack the town searching for answers.
Which is why today’s vantage point is ideal. With Ash and Dustin too busy working at the compound digging out the ground for the lower levels of the training facility, I’ve decided I’ll be the days bartender. One thing you can count on in a small town is the love for gossip.
“Ladies,” I say to two middle-aged women with thick makeup painted faces, chunky jewelry, and designer clothes as they settle in stools at my bar. “What can I get you started with today? And will you be needing a food menu as well?”
“Mmm, well, just being in your presence I feel like I’m positively famished. But no, we won’t be needing food menus just yet. However, I will take a dirty martini, extra dirty.” The blonde says with a growl.
“Got it,” I say indulging her with a wink, “And for you?” I ask the second woman.
“I’ll take a double vodka soda with a splash of cranberry, just a splash. Thank you handsome.” The brunette leans forward pushing out her chest as she orders.
“Coming right up.” It might only be 9:30 in the morning but the wealthy ‘stay at home’ wives in this town know how to indulge themselves, regardless of the time. I swear, working at a bar, you pick up on everyone’s true nature who frequents the establishment.
“Did you hear about what happened to Patty Jenkins?” The blonde whispers loud enough for anyone around her to hear.
“Oh lord, I only got back in town from the cabin yesterday. Tell me everything.” The brunette responds conspiratorially.
“Patty’s husband left her.” The blonde says dramatically. The brunette gasps, encouraging the blonde to continue, “Yes, for a... man.”
“No!?” The brunette whispers holding her hand over her mouth.
“Mmhmm, she said it was due to one of those love potions.” The blonde suggests.
“Love potions?” the brunette questions.
“Oh, honey I forgot you’ve been gone for about two months. Yes, down the street this young woman, with a terrible temperament, opened a shop that sells love potions and all kinds of other concoctions. Of course, she also sells some wonderful teas.” The blonde offers, catching the brunette up on the latest news.
“Like real honest-to-God love potions?” the brunette asks flabbergasted.
“Honest, word going around town is the young lady is a witch. Something sinister about her, Patty says.” The blonde announces loud enough so all can hear.
“So, who did her husband leave her for?”
“You remember that handsome plumber from the town over? The one everyone kept clogging their pipes so they could call Rafael and watch him work?”
“Sure I do. Rafael had a great ass.” The brunettes says naughtily.
The blonde raises her eyebrows and smirks.
