Second Chance Magic: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Romance Novel by Pillow Michelle M

Author:Pillow, Michelle M.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Raven Books LLC
Published: 2020-02-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Soft, unfamiliar sounds and bright sunlight welcomed Lorna to a new day. She lay on her couch barely able to focus on the edge of her coffee table. Her eyes were dry and she realized she’d slept in her contacts. She blinked several times for moisture. It didn’t take long for the evening’s events to come rushing back. Heather and Vivien had slept in the bed, which left her the couch. The stiff back was worth not spending the night alone in her apartment.

She reached for the coffee table and touched the surface. Her fingers adhered to the sticky wine residue. The sluggish ache in her body and dullness in her head were to be expected from a hangover, only the amount she’d drank couldn’t account for what she felt.

When the magic—because what else could she call what had happened but magical—coursed through her, she’d felt powerful, exhilarated. It took her mind to a place where logic didn’t matter as much as feelings. Since the moment she’d put on the ring, it had been building inside her.

Heather’s pain from the loss of her son. Vivien’s loneliness from missing her dead husband. And Lorna’s shame that needed answers. They were all three of them stuck in the past, and their individual losses controlled them.

Pain had brought them together. Julia Warrick had told Heather as much. Lorna knew it to be true. This new friendship could be the key to unlocking the door that kept them trapped in their saddest moments.

They could say, “Goodbye.”

They could say, “I love you.”

They could say, “Damn you, Glenn, for your betrayal.”

A sound in the kitchen caused her to shift her hazy focus. She saw the door to her side-by-side fridge hanging open, only to close slowly.

Lorna pushed up from the couch to see past the island. William held a rag and swiped it along the surface of the countertop. His eyes met hers and he smiled.

“I cleaned up and put the leftovers in the fridge,” he said, his voice soft as he glanced toward her bedroom as if not to wake the others. He turned his back for a moment, and she ran her fingers quickly through her hair to straighten the locks before he again faced her with a lidded coffee cup from the shop down the block. He walked it toward her. “I thought you might need this.”

“You came all the way back here to bring us coffees?” Lorna asked in surprise as she took it. “Are you trying for sainthood?”

“It wasn’t too far. I walked down the street this morning when they opened. I slept downstairs last night. There’s a cot in the back storage that the old projectionist used to nap on during his shifts,” William said. “It was late and I didn’t feel like driving home. Ace kept me company. He slept on my chest.”

Lorna sipped the latte and made a sound of appreciation. “Mm, well I for one am grateful you didn’t leave.”

He again glanced toward the bed and gestured to the stairs.

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