Page 44 of Charmed
“Well.” He took a long sip and sighed. It was obvious that his plans for the rest of the day would have to be adjusted. “Anybody bring cake?”
With a delighted laugh, Morgana gestured toward a large bakery box. “Get Ana a knife, Nash, so she can cut the first piece. I think we’ll dispense with candles. She appears to have gotten her wish already.”
Chapter 8
Ana was much too accustomed to her family to be annoyed with or embarrassed by them for long. And she was simply too happy with Boone to hold a grudge. As the days passed, they moved slowly, cautiously, toward cementing their relationship.
If she had come to trust him with her heart, with her body, she had not yet come to trust him with her secrets.
Though his feelings for her had ripened, deepened into a love he had never expected to experience again, he was as wary as she of taking that final step that would join their lives.
At the center was a child neither would have harmed by putting their own needs first.
If they stole a few hours on bright afternoons or rainy mornings, they were theirs to steal. At night Ana would lie alone and wonder how long this magic interlude would last.
As Halloween approached, she and Boone were caught up in their own preparations. Now and again her nerves would jump out at the idea of her lover meeting the whole of her family on the holiday. Then she would laugh at herself for acting like a girl on the point of introducing a first date.
By noon on the thirty-first, she was already at Morgana’s, helping her now greatly pregnant cousin with preparations for the Halloween feast.
“I could have made Nash do this.” Morgana pressed a hand against the ache in the small of her back before she sat down to knead bread dough from a more comfortable position at the kitchen table.
“You could make Nash do anything simply by asking.” Ana cubed lamb for the traditional Irish stew. “But he’s having such fun setting up his special effects.”
“Just like a layman to think he can outdo the professionals.” She winced and moaned, and had Ana’simmediate attention.
“Honey?”
“No, no, it’s not labor, though I damn well wish it was. I’m just so bloody uncomfortable all the time now.” Hearing the petulance in her own voice, she winced again. “And I hate whiners.”
“You whine all you like. It’s just you and me. Here.” Always prepared, Ana poured some liquid into a cup. “Drink it down.”
“I already feel like I’m going to float away—like Cleopatra’s barge. By the goddess, I’m big enough.” But she drank, fingering the crystal around her neck.
“And you already have a crew of two.”
That did the trick of making her laugh. “Talk to me about something else,” she begged, and went back to her kneading. “Anything to take my mind off the fact that I’m fat and grumpy.”
“You’re not fat, and you’re only a little grumpy.” But Ana cast her mind around for a distraction. “Did you know that Sebastian and Mel are working on another case together?”
“No, I didn’t.” And it served to pique her interest. “I’m surprised. Mel’s very territorial about her private investigation business.”
“Well, she’s lowered the gate on this one. A runaway, only twelve years old. The parents are frantic. When I talked to her last night, she said they had a lead, and she was sorry she couldn’t take this afternoon off to give you a hand.”
“When Mel’s in the kitchen, it’s more like giving me a foot.” There was affection for her new in-law in every syllable. “She’s wonderful with Sebastian, isn’t she?”
“Yes.” Smiling to herself, Ana layered the lamb with potatoes and onions in Morgana’s big Dutch oven. “Tough-minded, hardheaded, softhearted. She’s exactly what he needs.”
“And have you found what you need?”
Saying nothing at first, Ana added herbs. She’d known Morgana would work her way around to it before the day was over. “I’m very happy.”
“I like him. I had a good feeling about him from the first.”
“I’m glad.”
“So does Sebastian—though he has some reservations.” Her brows knit, but she kept her voice light. “Particularly after he cornered Boone and picked through his brain.”
Ana’s lips thinned as she adjusted the heat on the stove. “I haven’t forgiven him for that yet.”
