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My mouth falls open as he yanks his kilt up, exposing his cock. He grips it in his hand, his eyes still glazed.
I can control him?
How fun!
I smile happily upat my Highlander as we waltz down the streets of Salem. People stare at him, and he stares right back, giving them his prized smile I’ve only ever swooned over in my head.
It’s unreal being able to do it in real life.
Not only can I swoon over him, I can control him…with my mind! I’ve pinched myself at least nineteen times this morning.
I sigh dreamily, clutching his arm tighter. “I can’t believe women don’t wear dresses,” he mutters, and I roll my eyes. He glances accusingly down at me, glaring at my leggings like they’ve personally offended him.
From the way he acted when he saw my outfit earlier, you would think I was naked. Not that I’d be opposed to it, but I have some decency.
“This is where I work.” I skip ahead, smiling at Georgie across the street at her coffee trailer. “It’s a used bookstore, where unloved books come for a second chance.”
Yanking the door open, we’re immediately greeted with that delicious papery smell. “Honey, I’m home!” I call as I drag Ian behind me.
“Hey, baby!” Story shouts from somewhere in the maze of rows. “I’m back here!”
I pause. If I take Ian back there with me, in all his kilted glory, Story will lose her mind. I need to ease her into this.
Turning toward him, I pat his firm chest. “Can you stay here for a sec? I need to talk to Story.”
He nods as he looks around, still looking terrified of the electricity buzzing throughout the shop. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw the toaster this morning.
Hurrying through the store, I find Story in the historical romance section. Fitting.
“Story.” I grasp her arm, yanking her toward me. She stumbles, and if it weren’t for my hold on her, she’d fall to the floor.
“I could’ve died!” she cries. “I just saw my life flash before my eyes!”
“I have bigger problems than you losing your life!” I hiss, bringing my face closer to hers. “The spell worked!”
Pride fills her face, and she straightens to her full height. “Of course it did,” she scoffs.
“No! It really worked, Story. Ian is here—like, he’s real!” I yank her forward again, her head flopping around like a bobble head. Pointing at the massive Highlander at the front of the shop, I whisper-shout, “See!”
Her face is pale when I look back at her, her red-painted lips parted. “Oh my God.”
“I know.”
“Oh my fucking God!”
“I know!”
Ian grabs a monster romance book off the shelf and flips it open. His eyes go wide as he reads something on the page, then promptly slams it shut and slides it back onto the shelf.
He looks around the store as if nothing happened, and our eyes meet. His entire face lights up as he waves at me.
Hesitantly, I jerk my hand at him, telling him to come over. Striding over, he looks way too confident for a man who was having an existential crisis just this morning.
“Hi, Mo Chridhe,” he says, and I nearly melt.
“Hey! Do not insult her, you—you oversized fuckwit!” Story shouts, shoving me behind her. I’m rendered totally speechless. Ian just blinks at her. She’s panting like she’s a caged beast ready to pounce.
“I dinna insult the lass,” he murmurs, his voice like the rolling hills of the Highlands. Again, I nearly melt. I nearly fall to my knees and suck his peter right here in the middle of DNF.
