trembling hands in his much larger ones.
“He died before he could. You were gone when he talked to me. And he was already in the hospital before you got home.” She seemed to sag with relief , and he smiled. “And you…you ornery old woman, if you would have returned my calls I’d have been able to tell you all of this earlier.” He grinned and pulled her close. When he finally set her back at arm’s length, he asked, “How is Braden? I’ve been so worried about him.”
Jameson and Trev stood to the side completely stunned by what was being played out in front of them. There were so many questions that he didn’t even know where to begin. A brilliant flash of light just to the edge of the gardens caught his attention just before a woman’s shrill squeal filled the air.
Chapter Eleven
Kit and Reagan walked away from their men and down through the gardens. The scent of summer flowers filled the air. Stopping to admire the Gerbera daisies and New Guinnea impatiens , which were her favorites, Kit couldn’t help but laugh at the wild color arrangements. “When the gardeners started working this spring, I asked them to make the gardens bright and colorful. And when I mentioned I really hate rows of color their faces lit up as if I had just handed them a golden ticket into Willie Wonka’s factory.” Trailing her fingers absently along the edge of one of the large blossoms, she added, “And it seems letting them unleash some of their creativity was a great decision because the gardens have been a masterpiece of color the entire season.”
Kit turned to Reagan and noticed the professional had surfaced and seemed to be studying Kit rather than the flowers. “You are right, they are lovely. But you’re stalling and I’m wondering why. You know the men won’t leave us to our own devices for long, so let’s get to whatever is going to help you before we stray into this fascinating exploration of horticulture. Let’s see how I can help, shall we?” Kit knew she must have appeared really surprised because the other woman chuckled. “Sorry about that, old habits die hard. And now that I am only working bare bones hours, I find myself having to make the most of each minute that I’m at the clinic. I guess that mindset sort of bled over into this conversation.” Reagan’s shrug belied the fact that Kit could see she really did want to help and for the first time in a long while, Kit giggled at the absurdity that always seemed to surround her.
“I know that you are aware of all the ways Jameson, Trev , and I are special.” Reagan nodded and Kit shook her head. “Well as if being a witch and a shifter wasn’t enough to complicate things, I fall for twin shifters who are the Alphas of their pack as well as sexual Dominants. Magic’s dark side is trying to recruit me, they want to claim my infants as their own, we are now sheltering a young wizard that is also a target, and my mother is a pain in my ass. And do you know what problem has all of my focus? The fact that my Doms have been playing too nice. How crazy is that?” Kit had heard her own voice raising in pitch even though she hadn’t been speaking loud for fear she’d be overheard. Her heart was racing and she’d felt nearly frantic to get the information all out before she thought better of it and changed her mind.
Kit had never seen Reagan be anything but perfectly poised, so she was shocked when the woman looked at her and laughed. “Damn, girlfriend, were you afraid you weren’t going to get that all out before I ran screaming into the night?”
That seemed to break the ice and they both collapsed on to a nearby bench in a fit of giggles. Several seconds and many tears later, Kit went on , “You are probably right. I really can’t imagine normal humans being able to grasp all of this. And you’re a psychologist so truthfully, I’m just kind of
“He died before he could. You were gone when he talked to me. And he was already in the hospital before you got home.” She seemed to sag with relief , and he smiled. “And you…you ornery old woman, if you would have returned my calls I’d have been able to tell you all of this earlier.” He grinned and pulled her close. When he finally set her back at arm’s length, he asked, “How is Braden? I’ve been so worried about him.”
Jameson and Trev stood to the side completely stunned by what was being played out in front of them. There were so many questions that he didn’t even know where to begin. A brilliant flash of light just to the edge of the gardens caught his attention just before a woman’s shrill squeal filled the air.
Chapter Eleven
Kit and Reagan walked away from their men and down through the gardens. The scent of summer flowers filled the air. Stopping to admire the Gerbera daisies and New Guinnea impatiens , which were her favorites, Kit couldn’t help but laugh at the wild color arrangements. “When the gardeners started working this spring, I asked them to make the gardens bright and colorful. And when I mentioned I really hate rows of color their faces lit up as if I had just handed them a golden ticket into Willie Wonka’s factory.” Trailing her fingers absently along the edge of one of the large blossoms, she added, “And it seems letting them unleash some of their creativity was a great decision because the gardens have been a masterpiece of color the entire season.”
Kit turned to Reagan and noticed the professional had surfaced and seemed to be studying Kit rather than the flowers. “You are right, they are lovely. But you’re stalling and I’m wondering why. You know the men won’t leave us to our own devices for long, so let’s get to whatever is going to help you before we stray into this fascinating exploration of horticulture. Let’s see how I can help, shall we?” Kit knew she must have appeared really surprised because the other woman chuckled. “Sorry about that, old habits die hard. And now that I am only working bare bones hours, I find myself having to make the most of each minute that I’m at the clinic. I guess that mindset sort of bled over into this conversation.” Reagan’s shrug belied the fact that Kit could see she really did want to help and for the first time in a long while, Kit giggled at the absurdity that always seemed to surround her.
“I know that you are aware of all the ways Jameson, Trev , and I are special.” Reagan nodded and Kit shook her head. “Well as if being a witch and a shifter wasn’t enough to complicate things, I fall for twin shifters who are the Alphas of their pack as well as sexual Dominants. Magic’s dark side is trying to recruit me, they want to claim my infants as their own, we are now sheltering a young wizard that is also a target, and my mother is a pain in my ass. And do you know what problem has all of my focus? The fact that my Doms have been playing too nice. How crazy is that?” Kit had heard her own voice raising in pitch even though she hadn’t been speaking loud for fear she’d be overheard. Her heart was racing and she’d felt nearly frantic to get the information all out before she thought better of it and changed her mind.
Kit had never seen Reagan be anything but perfectly poised, so she was shocked when the woman looked at her and laughed. “Damn, girlfriend, were you afraid you weren’t going to get that all out before I ran screaming into the night?”
That seemed to break the ice and they both collapsed on to a nearby bench in a fit of giggles. Several seconds and many tears later, Kit went on , “You are probably right. I really can’t imagine normal humans being able to grasp all of this. And you’re a psychologist so truthfully, I’m just kind of
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