Magic by Moonlight by Maggie Shayne

Author:Maggie Shayne
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: romance, witch, time travel, novella, private investigator, short romance, musketeer, mob boss, maggie shayne
Publisher: Maggie Shayne

Chapter Seven

She had no idea what he was looking for as they plodded deeper and deeper into the state forest that bordered the farmer’s property. But he was definitely looking for something. Scanning the trees, eyeing everything around them, until finally, he nodded and drew his horse to a halt.

“This will do nicely.”

M. C. looked around. “What will do nicely?”

“This spot. To make camp.” He dismounted and walked to her horse, clasped her waist in his big hands, and lifted her down. As soon as she put weight on her legs, she felt the burn and pull of muscles she didn’t know she had. Her rear end hurt. Al saw her wince, and smiled. “No doubt it will be worse in the morn. If I could have spared you the riding, I would have.”

She shook her head and limped toward a soft patch of ground to sit. Al led the horses away from her, to a stream she hadn’t even noticed before, and let them drink. Then he took an ancient-looking length of rope from one of the saddles, slicing it neatly in half with a dagger he’d pulled from his boot. “I’ll picket them nearby, where there’s grass,” he said, and led the horses farther along the stream’s bank.

M. C. leaned back on her hands and wondered what she’d got herself into this time. She was stuck here, alone with Al in the middle of the forest, for the night. Al, who’d somehow wound up with the idea that she was burning up with lust for him. Not that he wasn’t attractive. He was. Very. Okay, so he wasn’t the kind of man she’d toss out of bed for eating crackers, but he wasn’t her type, either.

She frowned, realizing how little sense that thought made. Her types—the types she’d usually ended up dating, way back when she’d still been dating at all—were losers. Oh, they always seemed okay at first. But then they’d reveal themselves. There was Mike, who’d kept hitting her up for money. Kevin, who’d been busted for dealing drugs after their second date. And Tom, who’d been married. The slug.

And there was Al. A guy who put honor above everything else, who could handle a sword like some kind of master, and who was so polite it was sickening. A guy who’d refused to leave her until he knew she was safe.

Definitely not her type. Al was no loser.

Problem was, he had to leave. But why was that so important, anyway? It wasn’t like she was going to go and fall in love with him or anything. Why not enjoy the guy while he was here?

He appeared then from the trees, his arms loaded down with limbs and deadfall. Dropping the pile to the ground, he shrugged out of his coat and crouched beside it. His jeans pulled tight to his backside when he crouched like that. And the black T-shirt he wore clung. He had great arms. Hard. Nice.

M. C. got up, deciding to keep her thoughts in line by keeping busy with other things.

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