Page 95 of Power Shift
She tossed a t-shirt at my head. “Ass.”
“I have a sixty-year-old cashmere sweater in there somewhere.”
“Stop,” Moira begged. “I might cry.”
“We can go shopping soon.” I toyed with the pendant at my throat. “Once we figure out what to do with this seed.”
“You have to get one trendy piece.” Moira eyed me from behind a pile of old t-shirts.
“Absolutely not. Classics or die.”
“Jewelry then. One trendy jewelry piece.”
“Silver only.Sterling,” I emphasized.
Moira threw up her hands. “Fine! But you’re going to pay for it. Nothing is cheap these days.”
“If you agree to buy classic pieces only.”
Moira’s eyes narrowed. “This is the only time I’ve ever wanted to bite you.”
“Once you have quality cashmere and silk against your skin, you’ll never go back.”
“Fine,” she grumbled. “Now hold on and let me see if I can find anything more current than the year 2000 in this closet.”
I left the house wearing,much to Moira’s chagrin, a gorgeous vintage cashmere sweater, butter soft and comfortable, and a pair of sharp dark wash blue jeans. I drew the line at Moira choosing my shoes because I could not stand uncomfortable things on my body. This was one of the main reasons I rarely wore t-shirts. I had some great vintage ones with super soft cotton and stretched necks, but those were far and few between.
She’d gone through my jewelry and got mad at me that she hadn’t done it before now. I was the same with my clothing as I was my jewelry. All sterling or gold classic pieces, though I was a little more adventurous with jewelry than clothing. She’d borrowed three pairs of earrings and left with a stunning enameled necklace I’d loved in the window but hadn’t been brave enough to wear yet.
I’d probably gift her the piece later on.
No one stopped me at the gate, and I drove right up to Caelan’s front door.
When no one came out to take my keys, I smiled to myself and dropped them in my purse. He was finally getting to know me. Before I could ring the doorbell, the doors opened.
To my surprise, Caelan stood there wearing a pair of jeans and a pullover sweater.
My eyes widened. “Is that cashmere?”
Caelan grinned. “It is.”
“May I?” I reached my hand out.
Caelan’s eyes darkened. “You never have to ask to touch me, flower girl.”
I swallowed hard and stroked my fingers over his pec. “Nicely made.” I touched the buttons at the top of the sweater. “Bone?” I asked.
“Yes,” he gritted out, golden flecks glowing in his irises.
I jerked my hand back. “Sorry. I’m somewhat of a cashmere connoisseur. I buy most of my pieces secondhand because it can be cost prohibitive, especially with the brands I like.”
I stepped inside, Caelan’s wild scent teasing my nose.
“I’ll buy you all the cashmere you want.”
I shook my head at him, trying not to smile.
The doors shut behind us. “Where is everyone?”
