Page 33 of Oohs, Ahhhs, and Orbs

I settled my back against his hard chest and sighed at the warmth that seeped through our clothes. I hadn’t realized how chilled I had become while looking at those pictures. Neither one of us spoke as we entered the elevator. Logan pushed the button for the ground floor, and we both settled into the back of the lift.After a couple of stops where some people both uniformed and plain clothed exited or entered, the doors opened in the lobby.

We walked past the guard at the front and stopped outside, inhaling the fresh air. Logan threaded our fingers together as he walked with me toward the parking lot.

“Where are you parked?”

I pointed at the bright red Mustang that had been a graduation gift from my mother. “I’m right there.”

Logan grinned as he took in the car, then looked at me. “I have to say, that’s not what I expected you to drive, little witch.”

I shrugged and grinned back. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for muscles.”

I watched as his grin faded and seriousness took its place. He backed me against my car, placing both hands on either side of me, effectively caging me in. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

I cupped his jaw and lifted on my toes so I could kiss the underside of his jaw. “You shouldn’t have. But I understand. If I were in your shoes, I would be upset too.”

He closed his eyes and then rested his forehead against mine. “I want this to work between us, Bridgette. I want many years with you. I want to grow old with you and watch our grandchildren playing in our yard.”

I swallowed back the lump that formed in my throat at his words. “I want that too, Logan.” I waited until he opened his eyes again and smiled softly. “Please have faith in me, okay? I understand that you’re scared. I’m scared, too. But I know that I’ll be okay.”

“I want to believe you, little witch. But this person has already killed two people. I believe that they are working their way up to you. When they have stolen enough magic from the others, you will be their main target.”

I nodded because he was right. I was sure that was precisely what was happening, and my heart broke for those who hadalready lost their lives in the name of greed. I wasn’t sure how many would die before the killer was ready to come after me, but I was certain there would be at least one more. “I believe you’re right. I will be careful, I promise. But promise me that you will keep watch on Mrs. Donaldson?”

“We will. She already has a plainclothes officer stationed outside her house. We will do everything within our power to protect her.”

I blew out a relieved breath. “Good. Should I expect you tonight?”

“I’ll be by your side every night. Make some space in your room for some of my things, little witch. I’m moving in.”

I blinked once, then blinked again. “Moving in?”

He looked at me as if I were dense. “Do you honestly think that I will protect one woman and not the most important one to me?”

My heart fluttered at his words, and I cleared my throat. “I’ll, uh, I’ll clear out a drawer for you.”

He grinned, then kissed the tip of my nose. “Good. I’ll see you tonight. I’ll bring dinner. Tacos sound good to you?”

“Tacos always sound good.”

He gripped my chin and gave me a swift but thorough kiss before backing away. “Stay safe, little witch.”

I waved, then slid inside the car. The man did things to my insides that should have been illegal. I didn’t know how my heart was going to survive a lifetime with the man without exploding from happiness. I only hoped it wasn’t too good to be true.

Chapter

Eighteen

LOGAN

When I arrived at the shop, it was to see Bridgette engrossed in a book. She had a few others stacked beside her on the counter, and she barely looked up when the bell rang above the door. After locking the door and turning the sign to CLOSED, I glanced around, not knowing what I was looking for. Maybe I expected to see some of the fairies dancing around, I didn’t know, but it wouldn’t have surprised me.

Shaking my head, I walked up to the counter with a duffle bag slung over my shoulder. I let it drop to the floor with a thud, grinning when Bridgette jumped.

“Hey, babe. Reading anything good?”

Before she could answer, I reached around her waist, planting a hand on her back, and yanked her into me. She crashed into me with a laugh. “Hello there, Detective.” Then she raised up on her toes and kissed me. It was deep and slow, taking her time, showing that she missed our time apart as much as Idid. When she pulled back, her expression looked almost dazed. I knew the feeling.

I saw her look down at my hands, then at the floor, before looking back up at me. “Where are my tacos?”

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