Page 11 of Shift of Morals
“I knew it,” I breathed.
He raised his head, grey eyes burning into mine. “I didn’t come here for…this.”
“I’d hope not. Your fiancée is going to be big mad.” He was still pressed against me, and my fingers itched to pull him closer, to take his scent into my body and hold it there forever.
This was madness.
He snorted and stepped away, his hand sliding down my hip and giving it a rough squeeze before it dropped.
“My fiancée and I do not have that sort of relationship.”
My brow furrowed. “You mean the kind where you care if your husband is putting his hands on another woman?”
Caelan shoved his hands into his pockets and watched me.
“Oh,” I said softly, yearning to reach out to him. I stayed where I was, the wooden work table digging into the skin of my back. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. You deserve someone to lose their mind over something like that.”
One side of his mouth curved up. “And you would care?”
“I’d rip that bitch’s hair right out of her head and stab my husband if he dared touch another woman.” Not that it would ever happen for me. I had far too many secrets to dive into a relationship. Speaking of…I had to do something about Ben. My heart was softening toward him, and I was dangerous to be around. For many reasons.
Caelan’s eyes widened before he barked a laugh. “The man you choose will be very lucky, Evie.”
I snorted. “Doubtful, but thank you.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. But then, a strange look crossed his face.
A look I did not like.
“What?”
“I’m not going to fire you, Evie. The opposite, in fact.”
My heart stopped. “Err. What’s the opposite? I’m already hired.”
A slow shit-eating grin formed on his face. “We’ll address your new role at the meeting.”
I took a step forward. “Caelan.”
He took a step back, that disturbing grin never leaving his face. “Have a good evening, flower girl.”
“Caelan!”
His low chuckle sent a chill down my spine. I hurried after him, but Caelan was too fast. In the blink of an eye, his car was peeling out of my driveway, gravel spraying behind the bumper.
Well, shit.
Chapter
Four
Early the next morning, I arrived at the shop only to see Moira had gotten there before me. Not a rare occurrence, but not too common, either. I came in through the back to see her staring at the ward.
A horrific scent blasted me right in the face. “Ugh. What is that?”
Moira pointed at the bouquet. “I’d wager a guess it’s that thing.”
I handed her an Earl Grey latte I’d picked up. Her eyes lit up when she saw it. “Thanks. I just got here, but the smell was so bad I didn’t want to start a pot.” She grimaced. “Just in case that smell seeped into the tea.”
