Treasure by C J Matthew

Author:C J Matthew [Matthew, C J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780999464045
Publisher: All Huston Group, Inc.
Published: 2019-04-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Heather

Heather rolled over in the comfy bed, again. She couldn’t sleep, no matter what witch tricks or Druid herbs Andraste recommended. Heather would fall asleep for a solid hour then wake up in a cold sweat. She knew Liam had to be in trouble. For one thing, he was two days late returning from taking Drake to Ireland.

Maybe his boat sank? Or the GPS went haywire and he ended up somewhere else. He had access to cell phones, ship to shore radios, satellite phones, but she didn’t. If he tried to call or text? Tried to send her a message that he was okay, just running late, or lost, stuck in a life raft, picked up by a fishing boat, on a British sub, she’d never get his message.

All day, every day, she practiced her magic, learned about herbs and plants, while some part of her watched and listened for him. Each night he’d been gone, before bed she took a long bath, shaved her legs, and slathered lotion on every inch of skin. She’d brushed her hair until her scalp hurt. Just in case he arrived home in the middle of the night, she wanted to be ready.

She rehearsed what she’d say to him. First, she’d chew him out for leaving her alone for so long—two and a half days seemed like an eternity—she’d been alone here without a word. Then she’d forgive him and jump him.

Heather rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow.

A familiar smell drifted into her room. She raised her head and sniffed. Coffee. Heart thumping, she rolled out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom to brush her teeth. If the prodigal jerk could wait for their reunion long enough to brew a pot of coffee, she could make sure she didn’t have morning breath. She ran a brush through her hair and returned to bed where she sat propped up against the headboard.

When there was a tap on her door, she whispered, “If you’re bringing coffee, come in.”

Liam was loaded down. A backpack slung over one shoulder, he balanced a tray with coffee, pastries, and cut fruit. Over the other arm he carried a stack of clothes on hangers.

She flung back the covers and swung her legs out of bed. He set down the tray just in time to catch her as she tripped over the sheet on the floor.

“Sweetheart, are you all right?”

“No, I missed you. Why did you take so long to come back?”

“I missed you too. I didn’t stay away on purpose. All sorts of crazy things happened. Good thing we have the pinky swear, or you’d never believe it all.”

She dragged him to the bed, shoved him down, and started to take his shirt off when she encountered the hangers and shopping bags.

“What’s all this?”

“I was in the parking garage looking in the storage for a flower headdress. One for you to wear to the festival, and the security patrol wanted to arrest me. So—”

“Rent-a-cops?”

“Exactly. But these guys took themselves seriously.

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