promised. Still. He took in the rest of the kitchen, the pale gray clapboard walls harmonized with the stainless steel appliances. Country chic with a dash of bohemian, from the bright red and violet dish towels to the deep garnet glass dishes stacked neatly in the doorless cupboards.
“This is like something from a movie set,” he said. “You live here alone?”
She nodded and then tugged off the tinsel wig to reveal a spill of chestnut hair that tumbled down her shoulders. Straight as a ruler and thick. She blew a few strands from her bright blue eyes. And how those lush lashes fluttered as she waited for him to speak. He could not ignore or dismiss what those enchanting eyes did to his heartbeats—thudding toward some cliff was how it felt.
“Dane?” She nudged forward, inspecting his gaze. “Is something wrong?”
“Uh, no.” Had his mouth been open in wonder over her simple yet utterly gorgeous appearance? He needed to check himself. This was a little unsettling, standing here with a woman he’d met an hour earlier. Sure, he’d romanced her a bit at the party. But then he’d been the prince swishing around the dance floor with a queen. Now he felt slightly unsure. Playing the science nerd was his game. And he hadn’t much of a game to claim in the first place.
“So where’s summer?” he asked.
“Let me pour you a lemonade first, and then we’ll head into summer. You like mint?”
“Yes, please.”
He sat on a stool and shrugged off his wool jacket. He’d need to buy something warmer if he intended to go out and about for a week in this frigid weather. And he could hardly imagine sitting in a hotel room that whole time. He had some weapons reports to work on for the Agency, but he always got antsy if he sat before the laptop too long. Best way to counterattack a work slump? Hit a few waves or punch the bag for a while. He wondered if there might be a gym in the hotel. He’d ask at reception when he returned later...but how would he get to the hotel? He had no vehicle.
Eryss pulled a glass pitcher from the fridge and then crushed a few fresh mint leaves she picked off a plant near a window over the sink.
“I want to change out of this silly dress,” she said as she handed him a glass of cloudy yellow brew sprinkled with emerald leaves. “I’m going to send you into summer on your own, and then take a few minutes to myself. Deal?”
He sipped the lemonade. Tart! And followed by a tendril of sweetness laced with a minty gush that tickled his nose.
“Oh yeah. That hit the spot. Uh, and yes, go do whatever you wish. I can sit here until you return.”
“No. You are in desperate need of a summer infusion. Follow me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Dane followed Eryss’s swaying blue skirt into the living room, which was as large as the kitchen and decorated with velvet and silk furniture coverings and plants. Bohemian yet fresh, he thought. A far cry from the white walls and steel and leather furniture that filled his small Santa Cruz apartment. Down a hallway they neared a glass-block wall, and then he saw the doors and realized a two-story conservatory was attached to the house.
Eryss opened the door and gestured for him to enter as one low inner light flickered on. He strolled inside and the humidity hit him softly. He swallowed the heavy air and smiled. The warmth was incredible and the green smell of plants transported him to...
“Summer,” he said in a hushed voice.
“Told you. Here.” She handed him a lighter, then turned and flicked a switch. A stirring of gears began to lower what he saw was a massive crystal chandelier in the center of the glass hothouse, and it stopped just beside a curvy emerald velvet sofa. “Light the candles and I’ll be back quick as I can.”
“Uh, sure,” he said, as he absently flicked the lighter on and off. He couldn’t get over the incredible place in which he stood.
Eryss disappeared out the door and into the house. And Dane stood there, a lemonade wafting mint in one hand and a lighter in the other as he noticed the emerald-crystal candelabra was fitted with real beeswax candles. And was that—did a dragonfly flit about the massive chandelier?
What kind of Wonderland had he stumbled into? And was Eryss more Alice than Snow Queen?
“Does it matter?” A grin teased at him and he relaxed into the intriguing madness of it all. “Here’s to Wonderland.”
* * *
Confident she’d left the man in a wondrous state, Eryss tugged off the satin gown and tossed it across the bed as she beelined into her closet. It was a walk-in, but was only half filled with clothes and shoes. The other half was stacked with boxes of crystals, herbs, tinctures and other magical accoutrements she didn’t have room for in her spell room—which was the conservatory.
Geneva, one of her brewery partners, had scoffed at this tiny closet. That woman owned an entire store of clothing, and a high-end one at that. She hadn’t been at the party tonight because she was still in Greece, ending a two-month-long affair with a millionaire. Or maybe he was a billionaire. Eryss couldn’t keep track of Geneva’s conquests.
Tugging on the long, gray, crushed-velvet sweater that was more a dress because it went to just above her knees, she decided against the wool leggings she usually wore with it. She wiggled her bare toes, which glinted with bright green toenail polish. Checking her appearance in the mirror, she turned before it as she buttoned up the sweater dress. When was the last time she had preened for a man?
“He’s so cute. And smart. And hot.”
Now the question was: to hook up or not? She had no moral qualms about taking to bed a man she had just met and felt confident wasn’t a serial killer or nose picker. Some magnetic vibes had formed between them while dancing.
Had her soul really recognized his soul? It was a feeling she’d never known before, and she wanted to place it as a result of the anacampserote spell. But she mustn’t rush into believing such things. Finding her soul mate was monumental. And she had known Dane all of an hour.
“Oh, Eryss, you have to chill and relax. He’s just a handsome man. End of story.”
Or, with hope, the beginning of a story.
But she could not deny something about him seemed familiar.
“Maybe we’ve dated in a previous life,” she said. That was always entirely possible because she had reincarnated many times. “Or were we married?”
Who knew? The possibilities were endless. What mattered was that she felt Dane had bumped into her tonight for a reason. And she never ignored intuition. So she’d follow his lead, and see where they both landed. She was willing to follow.
Browsing over her jewelry tray on the vanity, she selected the rose quartz pendant and pulled it on over her head. “For the heart.”
She skipped down the stairs and picked up her lemonade from the newel post at the base of the steps, and then sailed into the humid warmth of the conservatory, which she kept verdant and healthy with the help of earth elementals. Hopefully, they would remain out of sight tonight. They didn’t normally show themselves around anyone but her and her witch friends, but she would cross her fingers for an uneventful evening in the summery haven nonetheless.
Dane
