Dark Enchantment by Kathy Morgan

Author:Kathy Morgan [Morgan, Kathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00NP0TONQ
Publisher: Dreamweaver Publishing LLC
Published: 2014-09-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Arianna woke to the cry of sea gulls, to the rhythmic cadence of waves crashing against the rocks below her window. And to a feeling of bliss so powerful it was like Da had risen from the grave, she had won the lotto, gotten married to her one true love and given birth to her first child, all on the very same day. She wasn’t crazy. After so many years of wondering what the dreams meant, Caleb had finally confessed to sharing them with her. Admitted that, somehow in the grand scheme of things, theirs was a spiritual connection. He had come to know her, to make love to her, in the sleepy mists of another dimension.

After making quick work of a shower, she headed downstairs in search of her morning caffeine fix. Following the luscious smells of grilling meats and fresh-baked bread, she found the kitchen located beside the Great Hall. As she entered the room, Maeve glanced up from the onion she was dicing. “You’re awake, so,” she said with a welcoming smile. “Ready for breakfast, are you? How’d you fancy a fry?”

“A fry?”

“A full Irish breakfast. Eggs, rashers, black and white pudding—”

She politely declined the heart-attack-on-a-plate. “Sounds delicious, but that’s too much food for me so early in the day. I have to admit I’d offer up my first born child for a cup of that coffee I smell though.”

Maeve chuckled. “I just poured out the last of it. Go on and sit yourself over there whilst I make fresh.”

Arianna sat at the whitewashed oak table Maeve had indicated and watched her plunk a biscuit-shaped pastry onto a small plate. She stuck it in front of her. “Might as well nibble on one of these fresh-baked scones,” she said, placing a crock of butter, a jar of strawberry jam and a bowl of fluffy whipped cream within easy reach.

“Thanks, I believe I will.” Arianna slathered butter and jam on her scone and topped it with a big dollop of the whipped cream. She took a bite. “Oh, wow. Now I know I’m in Ireland.”

“So, did you have a good kip?” Maeve scooped coffee beans into a grinder and let it whir for a few seconds. She dumped the contents into a glass cafetiere and added boiling water from the teakettle.

“Slept like a log, thanks. I swear I can’t seem to get caught up though.”

Maeve fit the gold metal top on the cylinder and pushed all of the swimming coffee grounds to the bottom of the cafetiere, leaving the freshly brewed coffee on top. She poured Arianna a cup and set it in front of her.

After adding cream and sugar, she took her cup to the window. Pressing her forehead against the windowpane, she checked to see if there was a beach directly below. Apparently, the kitchen had been constructed on a jut of rock about two hundred feet above the crashing surf. “Wow, this view is absolutely to die for.”

“Jaysus, Mary and Joseph, now don’t be saying that around any of the kitchen staff,” Maeve remarked.

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