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barely concealed the bloom of her dusky-rose nipples.
    “Yeah?” she asked.
    “I wasn’t sure where you were.”
    “I’m right here, cooking you breakfast.”
    After his pathetic stunt last night, he was glad she was speaking to him. He approached her with caution and peered into the sauté pan. It appeared to be meat of some sort, though he was sure the refrigerator had been empty last night. “What is it?”
    She selected an herb from the collection she’d gathered and sprinkled it over the meat. “Spam.”
    “Ham?”
    “Well, sort of. Here, try it.” She speared a bite onto a fork and brought it to his lips.
    It was hot against his tongue, but coming from her hand, he’d never tasted anything so delicious. “I like it.”
    “Sit down at the table, Jaxy. You’re going to be surprised what kind of breakfast I can come up with in a pinch.”
    “You don’t have to cook for me.”
    “I know. That’s what makes it fun.” When her slender hand took his shoulder and pushed him towards the chair, it might as well have been the hand of the Maker himself. He sat and followed her with his eyes back to her position at the stove.
    His shirt on her was long, but then so were Abbey’s legs. It fell to the tops of her thighs, revealing far too much creamy white skin. What was wrong with him? He’d desired her from the moment they’d met, but he’d never felt out of control like this. Had their episode on the sofa really done so much damage that all he could think of was whether or not the thatch of hair between her legs was as red as the long locks falling across her forehead?
    “After you’re done eating and put some clothes on, I thought we could start on the library. I’m hoping there’s something there that can help with the mountain’s ward.”
    “Of course. How are you doing this morning with…all this?” His gesture encompassed the house.
    “I’m all right. But I have a hundred questions—and no one to ask at the moment.”
    “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.
    “Okay…I know the cabin was legally mine after I turned twenty-five, so I’m assuming this house is mine, too. But then I start thinking about the fact that Claude couldn’t have gotten the money to build it from the estate. And if he got it from the Northwestern Coven, is it still mine? I have no idea. And furthermore, why was the cabin not good enough for him? And where is my parents’ stuff? From the look of this place, I think Claude planned for guests, like maybe a coven retreat for his inner circle or something.”
    “Why would the Northwestern Coven of Witches fund your uncle’s personal projects?”
    “Uhhg…” The sound turned into a groan. “I’ll tell you if you swear not to get mad at me.”
    “What could you possibly have to say that would make me mad at you?”
    “I’m not going to answer that unless you swear.”
    He put down his fork, rose from the table and came to stand before her. Taking her hand in his, he met her eyes, his lips drawn in a half smile. “Abigail Sellers, I solemnly swear that whatever you are about to tell me, I will not hold it against you in any way. If I break this vow, may I hand-wash your dirty laundry and give you sole control of the television remote for the next thousand years.”
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh, nice. That’s easy to promise when you know I won’t be around that long.”
    He sighed and squeezed her hand tighter. “And the secret?”
    “Claudius Sellers, my uncle, is…sort of…the high priest of the northwestern hemisphere. And he’s standing in for me until I’m ready to take charge.”
    Jaxon nodded, his face a mask of serenity. “I have a secret, too.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Kara told me.”
    “What?” she almost shouted. “Kara doesn’t know.”
    “Apparently, she does.”
    “Is she mad at me?”
    “Disappointed, perhaps, that you didn’t tell her sooner.”
    “I thought about telling her when we were younger, but it was awkward.