Lost Souls

Cait wrinkled her nose. “Not if the spell holds.” One problem at a time.

Sam tapped the bottle, and they all watched as the goo swirled inside. “What was up with the roses? The thorns and petals?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “My mom used to say roses are pure. Their perfume impossible for otherkin to resist. You use roses to attract fairies to your garden.”

Jason’s jaw sagged a bit. “Fairies exist?”

“I don’t know. It’s a story I found in a book.”

Sam grunted. “Like the golden apples?”

Cait glanced at him from beneath the dark fringe of her eyelashes, a blush heating her cheeks. “The apples really work, silly.” At his lopsided grin, she narrowed her eyes. “You’re teasing me. I don’t know if I can handle a Sam with a sense of humor.”

Sam’s jaw tightened, and his body stiffened. “So, you’re telling me you faced a demon with a bottle and rose bits, and you didn’t have a clue whether the spell would work?”

He wasn’t exactly shouting, but the tension in his deep rumbling voice sent warning shivers down her spine. She shrugged nonchalantly. “Someone has to create a spell. They don’t just exist, ready to be plucked from the air. A spell has to begin somewhere.”

Jason didn’t seem to notice Sam’s growing anger. “How did you step back in time?”

She cleared her throat and looked across the table. “An offering of incense, a complicated mixture of herbs and resins, and a really bad poem. The Powers That Be heard me. They opened a portal in time.” The one ingredient she carefully omitted was her vow.

“And you depended on an incubus to hold the door open so you could get back.” Jason shook his head. “That took some balls.”

“All in a day’s work,” she said lightly as Sam’s fist crunched around hers. “It couldn’t not work.”

Leland took a sip of his cola, made a face, and set it down. “So how did you manage all that in under a minute—because I know you were just in front of me, runnin’ through the door. But when I got to the hallway, you’d disappeared. I checked 323, found it empty, then hotfooted it down the stairs after I noticed the elevator descendin’.”

Apprehension thudded in her belly. Cait dropped her glance and sat quietly while all the men’s gazes trained on her. Not for love or money would she ever tell them the nightmare she’d lived.

Sam would just have to accept there was one little secret she’d never tell.

Jason came to her rescue, holding up the bottle and scooting off his seat. “I’ll get this back to the office and lock it up tight.”

Leland gave Cait a hard glare but must have sensed she was never going to fess up the rest of the story. He scooted across the bench seat and gave her another look, one that almost seemed admiring. “You take care, Cate,” he said, his voice gruff, and then he winked.

Cait’s eyes widened, and she fought back a surprised gasp. But she guessed if she could shock him with a kiss, he could pay her back with a wink.

“Don’t blow up anything,” he quipped as he followed Jason out the door.

“You ready to go?” Sam asked, a hint of dark, sexy promise in his drawl.

“Will you distract Pauly with a conversation while I say good-bye to my other friends?”

Sam glanced around at the roomful of empty stools and booths. “Ah. Daddy’s here?”

She nodded. “With Sylvia. I’m sure they’ve been all ears.”

“Be quick,” he said, sliding from his seat. “And tell Syl she’s not welcome in our bedroom.”

Cait grinned.

“Mmm-mm,” Sylvia said, smacking her lips as she scooted across the bench. “I can see why joo’d face demons for that man.”

Her dad sat down, his expression a little drawn. “I was worried about you. Looks like you and Morin found a solution.”

Cait tilted her head. “Wait. You know?”

“That you managed to rewrite your personal history? Yes.” His gaze slid to Sam, standing at the bar. “I’m happy for you. But also a little worried.”

Cait released a long breath, and her gaze searched her dad’s face. “Morin warned me there’s always a price.” She lifted her shoulders. She wasn’t afraid of any downside to the magic she’d used. Not as long as she had Sam. “I don’t care. I’ll pay whatever when the time comes.”

Hours later, Cait rested her sweaty cheek against Sam’s equally moist chest, seeking reassurance this hadn’t all been a dream. His heart slowed, thudding hard beneath her ear. She smiled.

“Are you going to tell me what really happened?”

She jerked back to peer into his face and swallowed hard. Her gaze took in features that were dearer to her now that she knew how losing him felt. What would he do with the knowledge? Could he handle knowing?

Something in her expression must have told him the whole truth was better left alone, because he dragged in a deep breath. “So, maybe when we’re old and dead.”

“Shit.” She scrambled off his body, off the bed, and hurried to the shower.

“Was it something I said?” he drawled as he stepped beneath the spray behind her, his hands roaming her hips and waist.

“I have an errand to run. Want to come with me?”

“Since I have a couple of days off, sure.”

She hurried through her shower, wishing for the freedom to truly enjoy Sam’s luscious body. “Take your time,” she said. “I have something to do before we leave.”

Cait dressed in the bedroom and then searched the floor for the jeans she’d worn the previous night. She extracted the watch from the pocket, found an old scarf in the back of a drawer, and wrapped it carefully.

She went to the kitchen, pulled a chair to the broom closet, and stepped onto the seat to shove the watch to the farthest corner, behind her mother’s Book of Shadows.

Although she knew there’d be some karmic penalty somewhere along the line, she wouldn’t be returning the watch to Morin. Couldn’t promise she’d never use it again.

Besides, her powers had charged it. The watch belonged to her now. Along with her mother’s book. She made a mental note to write down everything she’d done, every word she’d spoken, however bad the incantation. For posterity.

The thought of posterity, of little Pierces clutching watches and brandishing hazel wands, made her smile, and she pressed a hand to her abdomen. At least the thought didn’t make her itch.

“Can I help you down?” Sam asked.

She turned on the chair, wondering if he’d seen her goofy grin.

His eyes sparkled with amusement, and he held out his hand. But instead of handing her down, he swept her off the chair and into his arms.

“How’d you know?”

“Know what?” He smiled.

“That I love it when you manhandle me?”

Sam shook his head. “Baby, I wasn’t thinking about you.” He leaned down and nuzzled her ear, his lips exploring the sensitive skin. “You smell good. Sure we don’t have time…?”

Resting a hand on Sam’s hard chest, Cait laughed, and shoved away the thought of little Pierces. She and Sam still had some kinks in their relationship to work out. Maybe one day.

“You sure you don’t mind?” Cait asked again as she glanced around the narrow street.

“We’re already here,” he said, steering his car down the gravel driveway to a small boxy clapboard house.

Cait opened the passenger door and stepped out. Morning sunlight shone soft on the picturesque little house