Page 59 of Final Shift
Hope chuckled. “She shouldn't be ashamed about it. Ethan looks at her the exact same way.”
Declan nodded. “Dude has it bad.”
Rowan grinned. “Alright, you two. The gossip session is over. If you're not coming with us, then get out.” He waved a careless hand at them. “Tell the others we'll be back later tonight.”
Rowan glanced at Dad. “At least I think so. Boosting the magic shouldn't take too long, should it?”
“No. The first property Evie claimed will take the longest, but even that one shouldn't need more than fifteen to twenty minutes. Pack extra food for you both.”
“I'll run and get Moira.” I slid my shoes back on and stood.
“No date tonight?” Rowan said with a grin.
I snickered. “I wish I could have seen his face.”
“Oh, he's pissed,” Rowan said. “Moira will hear it tonight, if she goes.”
“She'll go,” Hope and Declan said at the same time.
The three of us walked together for a little while. I split from them when they headed toward their dorm, and I took the left toward Moira's apartment. The lights were on when I knocked.
She would have sensed me coming onto her step, and sure enough, her door was already cracked open by the time I reached the first step.
“Come in!” she called. “I'm taking some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies out of the oven.”
I slipped my shoes off in her entryway and padded into the kitchen. Her house always smelled like baking. Sometimes it was cinnamon, sometimes it was herbal; today, the kitchen smelled like melted milk chocolate. “I hope you saved me two dozen of those.”
Moira grinned and passed over two still warm cookies on a paper towel. “Careful. They're hot.”
I didn't listen and promptly popped a bite in my mouth, only to do the “ha hoo ha ha hoo” thing when it burned the hell out of my tongue. She snorted and pointed to the fridge. “Milk is in there.”
She snapped a lid on a blue glass bowl and pushed it over a bowl. “Mind sticking this in the fridge? I made too much dough.”
I obliged and pulled out a glass bottle of milk. “Where'd you get this?”
“There's a cute little shop downtown that sells to consumers straight from local farms. Their milk is grassfed and tastes way better than the stuff we got in Texas. Plus it's not sold in plastic.”
I grinned at her. “What you're saying is I've influenced you. Just a teeny tiny bit.”
Moira was also wearing a stunning off-shoulder cashmere sweater, a deep blue color that brought out the pale cream of her skin. She waved her cookie spatula at me. “I'll admit no such thing.”
I poured us both a small glass of milk and pushed hers over. “I need to head out to Ethan's.”
Her hand froze in the act of scooping a cookie from the pan, but she caught herself. Not in time for me to miss her tell-tale reaction, but I didn't call her out on it. As I explained what was happening, Moira frowned.
“And Caelan's land is still free?”
“Maybe they're saving the best for last.”
We both laughed. “When are you leaving?” she asked.
“In a few minutes. Want to come?”
Moira's head snapped up. “Why would I want to go?”
I didn't bother to answer her, just lifted one eyebrow and watched her.
She huffed a laugh. “Fine. He's an insufferable bastard, and yet I want to see him.”
