The Shoppe of Spells (The Gatekeeper Series) by Grey Shanon

Author:Grey, Shanon [Grey, Shanon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781452481968
Publisher: Crossroads Publishing House
Published: 2011-11-23T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Come on, sleepy head—out of bed!”

Morgan felt the cool air tease her body as the covers slipped away. She squinched up her face and peeked out of one eye. Dorian, fully dressed, and as handsome as ever, was tugging away her covers. She grabbed the end of the comforter in a last ditch effort, only to feel it slowly ease from her grasp. There she lay, cold, curled in a ball, in boy shorts and tank. She felt the weight of the robe land on her.

“It’s sunny and bright. We’re going exploring. Get dressed. Meet you downstairs in twenty minutes,” he called by the doorway. “Oh, might want to wear jeans and bring a light jacket or sweater. Plus,” he added, “sneakers—boots, if you have them.

She heard him bound down the stairs, whistle for Meesha, and slam out the back door.

She opened the other eye and looked at the clock. It was a little after nine, which wouldn’t have felt so early had she not been awake most of the night. She had lain awake, contemplating all that he’d said. At one point she seriously considered getting up, getting in bed with him, and saying “to hell with it” while letting the cards fall where they may. Fortunately, she had fallen asleep about that time.

So, what was he up to and why was he so damn chipper? She dragged herself off the bed and into the shower. She’d just finished tying her sneakers when he called up the stairs.

“Breakfast is on.”

“Be right down,” she called back and grabbed her favorite, albeit worn, sweater and tied it around her waist. Bless Jenn for remembering my sweater. The aromas drifting up the stairs made her stomach answer in a loud response.

“Sit down,” Dorian laughed at her growling stomach, “food’s on the table.”

Morgan sat down before a feast. Crispy bacon, cooked to perfection, surrounded a sunny yellow omelet with bits of tomato and spinach peeking out and topped with melted cheese. The coffee steamed up from the cup. A variety of muffins sat in a basket between them.

“Wow.” She held her plate as he served. “I know you didn’t make the muffins.”

“Nope, but I made everything else. Eat up; we have a hike ahead of us.”

She took a bite. She could get used to this. She eyed him while taking another bite.

He looked up and smiled at her as he shoveled omelet into his mouth. “What?” he said through a mouth full of egg.

“Just what are you up to?”

“Nothing. Really. Well…almost.”

She set down her fork, took a sip of coffee and sat back waiting.

He set down his napkin. “I realized you haven’t seen all the property. It is half yours, you know. I thought we’d take the day off and explore. I want to show it to you and today is a perfect day for it. I even have our lunch packed in a backpack for us.”

“What about the shop?”

Morgan had begun to enjoy the shop. As soon as Dorian had figured out her accounting skills, he had turned a lot of the paperwork over to her.

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