her out of the tall vehicle.
A small smile played on her lips, and he couldn’t resist kissing her. A light brush of his lips, taking care he didn’t mess up her make-up.
Her eyes flashed silver, and she ran her tongue over her bottom lips. He watched as she swiped where he had just kissed her and imagined she tasted him on her.
She tipped her head to the side and studied his face. Happiness radiated from her, and he couldn’t be more thrilled to know he’d been the one to make her that way. “I’m not sure what your game is, Cedric, but I’ll play along—for now,” she said, her voice damn near a whisper.
Cedric caught every word though and stored them away to go over later. “Shall we head in for dinner, my lady?” He bowed slightly and held out his arm.
She laughed and took it. The glide of her hand over his forearm was more like a caress, a preview of things to come later.
Chapter Six
Jun 7th – Sunday
W illow looked around the restaurant , wondering how she’d never heard of it before. From the exterior, the rustic log cabin looked like an ordinary home but once inside, it oozed elevated charm. The interior was dark and earthy. Exposed beams and a high ceiling set off the deep green walls. Heavy wood tables looked like they had been cut straight from the tree. All of the tables had over-large stuffed chairs pushed up to them. It screamed comfort and masculinity while not giving the idea a person had just walked into a man-cave.
It was no wonder Cedric wanted to make sure she was dressed for the occasion. The atmosphere called for something nice but not overly done.
A curvy brunette with the most fascinating whiskey-colored eyes greeted them after she got off the phone.
A flare of interest lit the woman’s face, but quickly died. “Ric, I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” The woman sounded genuinely surprised. About as surprised as Willow was hearing him called Ric. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
When did he start going by that? Willow wondered. She looked at him in her periphery. He didn’t seem fazed at all by the woman’s use of the name.
“Evening, Natalie. I have a reservation at five.”
She immediately looked down and ran a long tan finger tipped with dark red nails over the book in front of her. “Yes, Stone. Party of two,” she looked up and smiled. “I assumed it was your brother bringing another of his airhead dates here. You know, there are cheaper ways to get laid.” She shook her head. “Follow me and I’ll take you to your table.”
They followed behind Natalie to a quaint little table in the back corner of the room. Cedric kept his hand on the lower part of her back, the heat of his palm radiating through her dress. It made her feel cherished in a way.
He held out her chair, waiting for her to sit before pushing it in. Taking a seat opposite of her, he turned his attention to the hostess. “Ever since Rod’s fiancée broke things off, he’s been sowing his oats.”
“He’s more than sowing oats. He’s tapping every eighteen-year-old blonde he can get his hands on,” Natalie said, rolling her eyes. “Have you seen the women he’s been dating?”
“Bobble-headed, brainless twits who couldn’t cast a spell if their life depended on it,” Willow commented without thinking.
Two sets of eyes turned her way, and she blushed. “Sorry. That’s the kind you usually go for, Cedric. I figured it was a family thing.”
“Funny,” he said drolly.
Natalie laughed and nodded her head. “That’s exactly the type Roderick has been bringing in. It makes me sad for the next generation of witches.”
“I know what you mean,” Willow said, deciding she liked Natalie more and more. “He won’t have any better luck with faeries. They have this overwhelming feeling of entitlement. So annoying.”
Cedric cleared his throat. “If you ladies are done,” he said with a frown.
“Oh, cheer up, Ric. Your date seems a hell of a lot smarter than your
A small smile played on her lips, and he couldn’t resist kissing her. A light brush of his lips, taking care he didn’t mess up her make-up.
Her eyes flashed silver, and she ran her tongue over her bottom lips. He watched as she swiped where he had just kissed her and imagined she tasted him on her.
She tipped her head to the side and studied his face. Happiness radiated from her, and he couldn’t be more thrilled to know he’d been the one to make her that way. “I’m not sure what your game is, Cedric, but I’ll play along—for now,” she said, her voice damn near a whisper.
Cedric caught every word though and stored them away to go over later. “Shall we head in for dinner, my lady?” He bowed slightly and held out his arm.
She laughed and took it. The glide of her hand over his forearm was more like a caress, a preview of things to come later.
Chapter Six
Jun 7th – Sunday
W illow looked around the restaurant , wondering how she’d never heard of it before. From the exterior, the rustic log cabin looked like an ordinary home but once inside, it oozed elevated charm. The interior was dark and earthy. Exposed beams and a high ceiling set off the deep green walls. Heavy wood tables looked like they had been cut straight from the tree. All of the tables had over-large stuffed chairs pushed up to them. It screamed comfort and masculinity while not giving the idea a person had just walked into a man-cave.
It was no wonder Cedric wanted to make sure she was dressed for the occasion. The atmosphere called for something nice but not overly done.
A curvy brunette with the most fascinating whiskey-colored eyes greeted them after she got off the phone.
A flare of interest lit the woman’s face, but quickly died. “Ric, I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” The woman sounded genuinely surprised. About as surprised as Willow was hearing him called Ric. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
When did he start going by that? Willow wondered. She looked at him in her periphery. He didn’t seem fazed at all by the woman’s use of the name.
“Evening, Natalie. I have a reservation at five.”
She immediately looked down and ran a long tan finger tipped with dark red nails over the book in front of her. “Yes, Stone. Party of two,” she looked up and smiled. “I assumed it was your brother bringing another of his airhead dates here. You know, there are cheaper ways to get laid.” She shook her head. “Follow me and I’ll take you to your table.”
They followed behind Natalie to a quaint little table in the back corner of the room. Cedric kept his hand on the lower part of her back, the heat of his palm radiating through her dress. It made her feel cherished in a way.
He held out her chair, waiting for her to sit before pushing it in. Taking a seat opposite of her, he turned his attention to the hostess. “Ever since Rod’s fiancée broke things off, he’s been sowing his oats.”
“He’s more than sowing oats. He’s tapping every eighteen-year-old blonde he can get his hands on,” Natalie said, rolling her eyes. “Have you seen the women he’s been dating?”
“Bobble-headed, brainless twits who couldn’t cast a spell if their life depended on it,” Willow commented without thinking.
Two sets of eyes turned her way, and she blushed. “Sorry. That’s the kind you usually go for, Cedric. I figured it was a family thing.”
“Funny,” he said drolly.
Natalie laughed and nodded her head. “That’s exactly the type Roderick has been bringing in. It makes me sad for the next generation of witches.”
“I know what you mean,” Willow said, deciding she liked Natalie more and more. “He won’t have any better luck with faeries. They have this overwhelming feeling of entitlement. So annoying.”
Cedric cleared his throat. “If you ladies are done,” he said with a frown.
“Oh, cheer up, Ric. Your date seems a hell of a lot smarter than your
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