instructions said to shuffle, concentrate on the question, cut the deck, then draw one card. "Okay, even I can do that." If she only had to decipher the meaning of one card, maybe she could learn something constructive here.
"Tell me the secret to getting Gordon and Taylor together," she whispered, following the instructions. The card she drew was The Moon, featuring a drawing of the moon with a face in it, and wolves howling at it from below.
"Okay, so what does that mean?" She leafed through the booklet and found the explanation of the card. "'Error, sudden danger, illusion; instinct and portent are significant and beneficial, so the querent should heed them; commence with prudence.'"
Rolling her eyes, she said, "Right, something definitely isn't as it seems–Taylor and Gordon." The cards were a waste of time. She put the deck back in the box with the booklet and took a sip of her tea. She needed something concrete.
Rising, she blew out the candle and headed for the door. With a sigh, she turned out the light, then made her way down the hall to peek in at Ryan. He was snoring softly, his arm draped across that hairy mutt he loved so much. She smiled to herself, then went to her bedroom. The full moon shone through the lace curtains like a spotlight, illuminating her bed. "Well, duh." She smacked herself in the forehead. "Sure, that's it."
All she had to do was get Gordon and Taylor in bed together. Nature would handle the rest.
* * *
Taylor lingered with the townspeople long enough to be polite, then made her excuses and headed for the door. She needed to put some distance between herself and her memories. Thankfully, she hadn't seen Gordon since shortly after the meeting had ended and they vacated the head table.
And yet, God help her, she'd been searching for him in the crowd. This was all so unhealthy, not to mention unwise. She couldn't prevent herself from thinking about him. Constantly.
The night was chilly and she pulled her sweater closer, slinging the strap of her bag over her shoulder. She paused on the steps and drew a deep breath. It was deliciously quiet compared to the revelry inside. After drawing another appreciative breath of the crisp evening air, she headed down the stone steps toward her car.
"Free at last?" a voice asked from the darkness.
Her heart screeched to a halt and she tripped, but Gordon's strong arm snaked out to grab her around the waist. And pulled her right against his hard chest.
"You startled me," she whispered, staring up at his face, bathed in the glow from the moon.
"I'm sorry for that," he said, his voice rough and evocative, "but I'm not sorry I caught you."
Their hearts thudded along in unison. Though they stood on Digby Boulevard, they were alone. Completely alone.
"Gordon, I..." She swallowed hard, struggling for words. She should push away from him and run to her car. No, I will not run again.
"I'm confused," he said quietly, still holding her. "Why did you come home, Taylor?"
"I...you know why." She tried to draw a deep breath, but found the effort futile. Instead, rapid breathing fulfilled her need for oxygen. "Gordon, please."
"Please what?" He lowered his head toward hers, and his hands were warm against her back as his lips found hers.
Shock gave way to a welcoming rush so powerful she couldn't deny it. His tongue eased between her parted lips, and she forgot reason. She'd been starving for this. For Gordon.
God help her.
A giant crevice opened beneath her feet and in her heart, swallowing her whole. Suffocating her. She wanted his wonderful mouth on all of her. She wanted him .
He deepened the kiss, fitting her more firmly against him as he tasted and plundered.
"Tell me the secret to getting Gordon and Taylor together," she whispered, following the instructions. The card she drew was The Moon, featuring a drawing of the moon with a face in it, and wolves howling at it from below.
"Okay, so what does that mean?" She leafed through the booklet and found the explanation of the card. "'Error, sudden danger, illusion; instinct and portent are significant and beneficial, so the querent should heed them; commence with prudence.'"
Rolling her eyes, she said, "Right, something definitely isn't as it seems–Taylor and Gordon." The cards were a waste of time. She put the deck back in the box with the booklet and took a sip of her tea. She needed something concrete.
Rising, she blew out the candle and headed for the door. With a sigh, she turned out the light, then made her way down the hall to peek in at Ryan. He was snoring softly, his arm draped across that hairy mutt he loved so much. She smiled to herself, then went to her bedroom. The full moon shone through the lace curtains like a spotlight, illuminating her bed. "Well, duh." She smacked herself in the forehead. "Sure, that's it."
All she had to do was get Gordon and Taylor in bed together. Nature would handle the rest.
* * *
Taylor lingered with the townspeople long enough to be polite, then made her excuses and headed for the door. She needed to put some distance between herself and her memories. Thankfully, she hadn't seen Gordon since shortly after the meeting had ended and they vacated the head table.
And yet, God help her, she'd been searching for him in the crowd. This was all so unhealthy, not to mention unwise. She couldn't prevent herself from thinking about him. Constantly.
The night was chilly and she pulled her sweater closer, slinging the strap of her bag over her shoulder. She paused on the steps and drew a deep breath. It was deliciously quiet compared to the revelry inside. After drawing another appreciative breath of the crisp evening air, she headed down the stone steps toward her car.
"Free at last?" a voice asked from the darkness.
Her heart screeched to a halt and she tripped, but Gordon's strong arm snaked out to grab her around the waist. And pulled her right against his hard chest.
"You startled me," she whispered, staring up at his face, bathed in the glow from the moon.
"I'm sorry for that," he said, his voice rough and evocative, "but I'm not sorry I caught you."
Their hearts thudded along in unison. Though they stood on Digby Boulevard, they were alone. Completely alone.
"Gordon, I..." She swallowed hard, struggling for words. She should push away from him and run to her car. No, I will not run again.
"I'm confused," he said quietly, still holding her. "Why did you come home, Taylor?"
"I...you know why." She tried to draw a deep breath, but found the effort futile. Instead, rapid breathing fulfilled her need for oxygen. "Gordon, please."
"Please what?" He lowered his head toward hers, and his hands were warm against her back as his lips found hers.
Shock gave way to a welcoming rush so powerful she couldn't deny it. His tongue eased between her parted lips, and she forgot reason. She'd been starving for this. For Gordon.
God help her.
A giant crevice opened beneath her feet and in her heart, swallowing her whole. Suffocating her. She wanted his wonderful mouth on all of her. She wanted him .
He deepened the kiss, fitting her more firmly against him as he tasted and plundered.
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