Light from Her Mirror (Mirrors Don't Lie Book 3) by Becki Willis Page B

an interior 90-foot waterfall, then took some of the meandering small roads
that wound through rocky hills, lazy rivers, and glimpses of deer and exotic
game. Winding up in Fredericksburg, they strolled down quaint streets and
visited a few shops that featured local craftsmen, found a small German eatery
for lunch, then took a guided afternoon tour of some of the nearby wineries.
    Touted
as the number two wine destination in the country, second only to Napa, the
Texas Hill Country was home to dozens of vineyards and many award-winning
wines. By taking the chauffeur-driven bus, they were able to enjoy the wine and
the scenery and each other’s company as their day together quickly slipped
away.
    As
dusk set in, Craven and Kenzie lingered along the lattice-trimmed streets of
Fredericksburg, sharing ice cream cones as they slowly made their way back to
the car.
    “I’m
not ready for the day to end,” Craven told her, his arm close around her waist.
    “When
you come back, we’ll go to San Antonio. I’ll take you to the Alamo and the
Riverwalk.” 
    “Two
weeks. I’ll be back in two weeks,” he promised.
    “That’s
an eternity,” she mumbled, thinking it had been that long since she had seen
Travis. Two long, miserable weeks.
    Craven
stopped abruptly on the sidewalk, thinking she meant the sentiment for him.
Kenzie paused in the middle of licking her ice cream, startled by his sudden
halt.
    “I’ve
been good all day,” he told her. “Last night I kept a running conversation
going with three different people, trying to keep my mind off kissing you.
Today I’ve literately sat on my hands, trying to keep them from reaching for
you. But I’ve reached my limit. I’m warning you, Kenzie, if you aren’t
perfectly still right now, I swear I’m going to forget the promise I made to
myself not to pressure you. If you as much as bat an eye, I’m going to kiss
you, right here and now.”
    The
natural-born flirt in her could not resist the challenge. Nor could the little
piece of her that secretly yearned for his kiss. Very deliberately, Kenzie
slowly blinked her long lashes.
    He
accepted her invitation with a groan. Kenzie barely had time to hold her ice
cream to the side before he crushed her to him and his mouth came down on hers.
    She
could taste the cold flavor on his lips. When Travis kissed her, it always felt
like warm chocolate oozing over her body, sliding over her with decadent
delight. Craven, she reminded herself sternly. Travis isn’t here. “Mmm,
chocolate,” she murmured.
    “Mmm,
Kenzie,” he replied, oblivious to the people who stepped around them. When someone
jostled into them, Kenzie lost her grip on her cone and the ice cream fell to
the ground with a splat.
    “Oops,
lost my ice cream,” she murmured, pulling away.
    “I
lost more than that,” he murmured, trying to steal another kiss.
    “I
think we’re making a bit of a scene. Maybe we should go.”
    Craven
reluctantly agreed, turning with her to continue on their way. “I think you’re
right. That guy over there sure is staring at us.”
    Unease
slid down Kenzie’s spine. She had been having such a good time she had forgotten
to stay on her guard. “Where?”
    “See,
that guy over there reading the paper. Except I don’t think he’s reading. He
keeps staring. Do you know him?”
    “He-He
does look vaguely familiar.” Kenzie moved closer to Craven’s large body. “Come
on, let’s get out of here. He’s giving me the creeps.”
    She
practically raced down the street. Even Craven had trouble keeping up with her
as she hurried to the parked car and scanned behind them for the man. “Hurry
up, Craven,” she urged.
    Doing
as she requested, Craven wasted no time in starting the motor and backing away
from the curb. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” he asked.
    “Not
particularly.”
    “Can
you still not tell me why Franks was trying to kidnap you?”
    “I’m-I’m
sorry, Craven, I’m not allowed to talk about the