Page 81 of A Curse On Black Lake
Ahh, she finally sees.The Spirits say.
“Shut up,” I grit under my breath.
“Something smells good,” he says as his eyes bounce between me and the dinner table. “You made dinner?” he asks as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
I shrug and grab a glass of water. “I was hungry, I assumed you were too.”
“You made me dinner?” he asks again.
I giggle and sit down before scooping some broccoli onto my plate. “I madeusdinner.”
He puffs a breath and sits down at the table.
Then he surprises me and reaches across for my hand.
“Thank you for doing this, but I didn’t want you to stay with me so I could have my meals cooked. I don’t want you to feel like you need to doany of this.”
I purse my lips and give him a look. “I’m not exactly an easy situation, it’s the least I could do.”
“No, we’ll take turns. It’s not all on you,” he says.
“I’m used to cooking for two,” I rasp as the pang of missing Grams stings like a hot bullet. “You’ve been helping me not waste food when you’ve eaten at my place.”
“I’m glad I could help,” he says quietly.
I take a bite before pointing my fork at him. “But don’t mistake me for some kind of live-in maid because it ain’t me.”
He chuckles and takes a bite of meatloaf. “You would be the world’s worst maid. You’ve been here for less than forty-eight hours, and stuff is everywhere.”
I smile. “Remember this was your idea.”
He grins. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten.” His tone drops and his gaze darkens again, and my legs feel like jelly. Sothat’s what thatfeels like …
Chapter twenty-eight
Killian
Glancingatmywatch,I take another sip of coffee, wondering where Eliana is. I didn’t hear her get up, but it’s not like I put my ear to her door to check. After dinner last night, I told her I’d handle the dishes, and she disappeared upstairs. I still haven’t seen her this morning. Learningtolivewithher hasn’t been as much of a challenge as I thought it might be. She’s definitely messy, but strangely enough,it doesn't bother me. We complement each other, and I wonder ifshe noticed.
The plan for the day is to finish the goat’s shelter and then move the cattle to the refreshed pastures. But at the rate we’re going, only one herd will be moved, and I don’t like falling behind schedule, no matter how hard I try. It happens though.
It’s 5:30, and she still isn’t down here. Deciding to give her a few more minutes, I go into the laundry room to start a load of clothes. It looks like the dryer still has Eliana’s clothes in there.
I get my clothes loaded and the washer going, and as I turn the corner, Eliana runs smack into me.
“Oh!” she yelps.
I chuckle and grab her shoulders to steady her. She looks up at me with wide eyes, and the towel that was around her is now resting at my feet …on the floor.
She’s naked as the day she was born, and almost lift my hand to wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth.
She’s stunning.
I could take years,no,alifetimeto admire every dip, curve, and muscle of her body.
Yanking my eyes to hers, she swallows thickly. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. Is the AC working? I keep my gaze on hers, trying my best not to drag my eyes all over heragain.It’s not like Imeantto.
“I um—”
