to pin Douglas to his seat like a moth on a board.
âItâs been a while, Candy,â he said softly.
Douglas finally met his gaze. âSure has, Dino.â
The man was still for a moment. âSoâ¦â
Candy chucked his whisky down his throat and slammed the glass down on the table so hard that Megan winced. âSoâ¦mineâll be a double. And Megan will have the same.â
Dino grinned, leant over the table, reached out and gently ran a finger down Douglasâ cheek. âDonât go away,â he said softly.
When heâd gone there was an awkward silence as Megan struggled to absorb the situation. Finally she swallowed her drink and turned to Douglas. âSoâ¦youâreâ¦gay?â
Douglas shrugged. âGuess so.â
Megan sat back. A gay werewolf? That was novel. At least it explained why Douglas didnât fancy her. She looked at Douglas. âDoes your father know?â
Douglas shook his head. âNo.â He observed her closely. âWill you tell him?â
Megan shook her head violently. âNo! Why would I? None of my business.â
Douglas smiled. âThanks, Megan. Iâd like to tell him, but I donât think heâd get it. You know?â
Megan glanced at the bar to the broad back of Dino. âNo, perhaps not.â
âWhat do you think of him?â
She grinned. âI was kind of hoping he swung both ways.â
Douglas laughed. ââFraid not. Still, thereâs plenty here who like the Eve. Do you want me to introduce you?â
And then she recalled the moment in the stable yard: the brilliant blue of his eyes, the thrust of his dimpled chin, and the mouth-watering proportions of his frame. And she decided that if Douglas could be gay, then she could be off the scale too. She shook her head. âThanks, but no thanks,â she said.
After all, what harm could it do?
Chapter 20
For a moment Sean had to consider the possibility that this was all a dream. After all, it was highly unlikely that heâd really encounter a coven in the bottom paddock.
âStop it, Nancy!â said Lydia, who turned to Sean. âTake no notice, Sean, sheâs just winding you up.â
Sean looked from one to the other and let out a hoot of laughter. âWhat is it with you two? How do you know my name?â
Lydia bent down to stroke Salem. âSarah told us all about you.â
All about him? Well, that would have been a short story. Still, he was curious. âWhat did Sarah tell you?â
Nancy came and stood beside Lydia, her expression sombre. âSean, she told us that you had the gift.â
Sean was none the wiser. âGift? What gift? Gift of the gab?â he hazarded.
Nancy nodded. âIn a way. You see, Sarah sensed that you are aâ¦poet. Or, perhaps bard would be more accurate.â
Sean blew a raspberry of contempt. Poet! What a crock of crap. âListen lady, no disrespect to Sarah, but youâve got it all wrong. Look, I can read and write, but Iâm kinda slow. Not so great with the whole book thing.â
Lydia leaned towards him, her dark eyes bright in the moonlight. âSean, Sarah was quite sure. But she said it was all locked away. You just need to let in the light.â
Sean backed away. They were barmy. Heâd best be off. âWell. Ladies, itâs been a pleasure, but I must be going. Donât catch a chill now.â
And he turned and strode across the dewy meadow.
âSean, wait! What about the dreams? Do you think you can contain them with whisky forever?â
He stopped dead as a cold finger ran down his spine. How the hell could they know about the dreams? The whisky, he could understand. But not the dreams.
Slowly he stalled, stopped and turned around. âHow do you know about the dreams?â
Nancy stepped forward. âSarah heard you. She said that they were consuming you and that we must help you.â
Sean was flustered.
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