A little taken aback, Grace said, “I understand.” She didn’t understand, not really. Neither Jaydon nor his wife had attended the first work day either, and Grace frankly hadn’t expected them. Mowing, whacking weeds, moving furniture and repairing fences didn’t exactly sound like their schtick. “Thank you anyway.”
“Brandon will be attending.” Brandon was one of the witches in Jaydon’s coven, and he had supervised the last work day. “He can help with who does what.”
“That’s great,” she said. “I thought I would buy sandwich things and make a salad for lunch. Get some fruit, something for dessert, and have iced tea and coffee for everybody. I might cook a casserole or some spaghetti, as well.”
Jaydon said, “It’s supposed to be ninety-six again on Saturday. People are going to be hot, busy and sweaty, and you’re going to have your hands full as it is. There’s no need to heat up your kitchen further or tire yourself out by trying to cook something for everybody. Sandwiches, a salad and plenty of cold drinks will do nicely.”
That sounded sensible to her, and she was more than happy to cross one more thing off her to-do list.
On Friday afternoon, when she had finally finished getting everything ready for Saturday, she found herself in the half bath, humming and putting on makeup. Mentally she called herself a few choice words while she did it. “Crackbrained idiot” headed the list. Khalil had, after all, kissed her when she had been a total mess. Twice.
She paused, mascara wand poised in midair. That was a good thing, wasn’t it?
Anyway, it was too warm to put on much makeup. She settled for a light dusting of blush, a tinted lip gloss and a few brushstrokes of mascara. And she might have fluffed her hair a bit. And put on a light print summer skirt, along with a spring green tank top.
Was the skirt too much? She thought it was; she just couldn’t help herself.
After all, “we’ll see” meant taking a good long look at…possibilities. Right?
No. The skirt was too much. Too hopeful. She wasn’t hopeful; she was cautious. She had told Khalil no more kissing or…or whatever for a reason. She took off the skirt and yanked on shorts. Then she washed her face. By the time Khalil appeared, the house was clean, the children fed and bathed, and she was freshly scrubbed and scowling. She and Chloe were busy stacking the day’s toys into the toy box, while Max hung onto the box’s edge and peered at the contents with interest.
Khalil’s presence eased into the living room before his physical form appeared. Intense, male, sensual, he curled around her with lazy intent. The tiny hairs along the back of her neck and arms rose. Goose bumps broke out over her skin. She stood frozen in the middle of the living room floor, while Chloe, once again oblivious, trotted around the room and chattered.
Invisible arms came around Grace. Her mouth fell open, and her thoughts stuttered. Large, unseen hands stroked up her arms, along her shoulders, and trailed up the back of her neck. Long, strong fingers slid into her hair. He tilted her head back, and hot lips caressed her lightly. Then his tongue eased into her mouth. He kissed her deeply, and his energy tightened around her, heating with lazy arousal.
She stared at the ceiling blindly. This had a stealthy wickedness beyond anything she could have imagined. Her whole body trembled.
“Why are you doing that, Gracie?” Chloe asked.
Slowly, unhurriedly, the pressure on her mouth eased, and his touch slid away. Grace managed to close her mouth and swallow hard.
“Huh?” Chloe asked. Small fingers poked Grace in the stomach. Chloe stood in front of her, peering up at the ceiling in curiosity. “Why are you looking up like that?”
“No reason,” Grace wheezed. He totally destroyed her capacity to think, and she couldn’t seem to get her breathing under control. A low chuckle sounded in her head.
“Rachel has clouds in her bedroom. Can we have clouds too?”
Grace tried to concentrate. Aside from how much it might cost to buy blue and white paint, she didn’t know how to paint clouds. Even if she taught herself how, the project would take hours of standing on a stepladder.
“Honey, I don’t think so,” she said. She watched Chloe’s face fall, and her heart twisted. There were so many things she couldn’t afford to do for them. A thought occurred to her. “Tell you what. We’ll get some glow-in-the-dark stars. I saw a package the other day at the toy store when we bought coloring books. Would you like to look at stars when you go to bed?”
“Yes!” said Chloe happily.
As Grace and Chloe talked, Khalil materialized in front of Max, who was still hanging on to the toy box. Khalil wore undyed linen again. The gentle beige color emphasized his pale, elegant features and the raven sleek sheen of his black hair. He gave Grace a sparkling, wicked glance over one wide shoulder.
Grace’s pulse started a helter-skelter race, hurtling through her veins. Max crowed, his little mouth making a rounded “O” in surprise. He started to squeal in delight.
The baby let go of the toy box and took two tottering steps toward Khalil before he fell on his diapered bottom. He scuttled over to Khalil as fast as he could on hands and knees.