Page 23 of Rehabbing the Beast
“My life is with you.”
“Also good,” he said cautiously. So far, he wasn’t seeing the problem.
Quinn took a deep breath. “My grandmother holds a very special place here... in this town. When she’s gone, there will be no one to take over.”
“Go on,” he coaxed. He had surmised as much. Siobhan Brennan was a keystone of this community. A much loved and respected treasure that they held on to and protected fiercely.
“Well, it’s just that I’m a healer, too. Not as good as she is, of course, but she can teach me, train me. It’s a special gift, Seth.”
“And you’re afraid I would take you away from all this,” he guessed. When she said nothing, he had his answer.
“Quinn, youdohave a special gift. You were born to do what you do. As long as you continue to do what makes you happy and let me stand by you while you do, I don’t care where we are.”
A tiny pinprick of hope sparked in her eyes, brilliant white amidst the soft gray. “You would consider staying here?”
“Why not?” he shrugged. “It’s a nice place. Good people. Hell, I’m even part of aclan.” He winked. And maybe, just maybe, he would consider taking Malcolm MacDougal up on his offer of a job. Over the last few weeks, he’d discovered he not only enjoyed woodworking and crafting furniture, but that he had a knack for it as well. When he held a piece of wood in his hands, he could feel what it was meant to be.
“You know, Seth O’Rourke, I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”
His heart soared. “Good,” he said kissing her nose. “Now let’s go see Siobhan.”
