Page 11 of Power Shift
“We’re from the Keep. The Lord sent us to help you load.”
“Am I allowed to refuse?” I said grumpily.
Sympathy touched his smile. “No ma’am. Just direct us where you want us and we’ll take care of everything. We’ve been instructed to take the van straight to the Keep and unload it into the ballroom.”
“You’re not on my insurance.”
A dark-haired shifter stepped up then. “Ma’am, I’m the safest driver out of everyone. If something happens, the Shifter Lord will replace your van.”
“And then some,” the blond said.
Good grief. After an aggrieved sigh, I jerked my head. “Here,” I said as I handed him the box. “The van is open. Don’t jostle any of the boxes and load them in the slots. You’ll see what I’m talking about when you open the back. They can’t be allowed to move around much. Each arrangement is spelled, and I can’t risk it going off before the event.”
The dark-haired shifter blanched. “Spelled?”
“Yes,” I said slowly. “I am a Floromancer. That’s what we do.”
The blond shifter elbowed him. “We understand. May I have your phone number so I can text you once we arrive safely at the Keep?”
Cute and thoughtful. “What’s your name?”
“Jericho, ma’am.” He jerked a thumb at the dark one. “That’s Mike, and the other one is Henry.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Evie.”
Jericho’s eyes sparkled. “Yes, ma’am. We know who you are.”
The amusement in his voice didn’t bode well for what he’d heard of me. “Everything is on my worktable. Be careful with the surface and avoid bumping into anything. Some of the plants are temperamental.”
Jericho laughed in delight while the dark-haired one blinked. Henry had lighter brown hair and amber eyes, and not much of any kind of facial expression at all. I held the door open. “Straight back. You’ll see the table.”
In less than five minutes, every box and accessory was loaded, and Jericho held the keys. “I’ll treat it like my own, ma’am.”
I held up my index finger. “No. You’re far too young. Treat it like your mother’s.”
Jericho grinned. “Like my mother’s, then. I promise.”
When the van pulled away and a tanned hand waved out the window, I shook my head and went back inside to get my purse and the dress.
Before I pulled away from the curb, I sent Caelan a begrudging thank-you text.
Are you ill?
Funny.
I’ll see you in two hours, Evie.
My heart did a weird skip thump. I put my phone back into my purse and drove away.
It would be fine, right?
Who was I kidding? I was a walking disaster every time I stepped into the Keep.
Chapter
Three
Once I was back at the house, I texted Moira, asking her if she wanted to come with me.
