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“Agreed there. I’m bringing Sophie with me. Miss Darby can watch over her while I’m busy.”
“I’ll let the rest know. See you soon.”
“Eveque,” Shank hurried.
“Yes?”
“No-zho bohn duh marais est toujours.”
Eveque gave a single chuckle. “Oui,” he said quietly. “Our swamp bond has always been eternal, brother.”
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Sophie’s pulse kept pace with Ace’s steps coming up the little ladder stairs. Something had happened. She’d seen it in his face when he looked at his phone. Then heard it several times beyond the delectable accent wrapping his words. She sat on the foot of the bed, prepared for the very worst which was being unable to touch him as she desperately needed to do. She gave him space by peering around at the little bedroom that matched the rest of the home with its hobbitness.
She finally gave him the smile that had taken up permanent residence on her face. It didn’t matter what happened, nothing could take away the joy she now experienced, not even the idea of not being able to touch him yet. She was out of her sanctuary and in the actual world, living and breathing other air. And if she only ever got to touch Ace with her eyes, she would savor that immense treasure.
“You like it here I see.” He smiled back as he sat next to her. She studied that little joy on his lips wanting to explore exactly what it meant. He had many joys with her.
“You’re happy when you’re with me,” she wanted to confirm, raising her gaze to his.
He faced her with his palm on the bed, his eyes full of delight on her. “So very much,” he said softly.
“I won’t be disappointed if we can’t touch each other the way we wanted,” she said, pulling her fingers into fists in her lap, extra glad for her gloves still. She decided she didn’t want to use her gift on anything but him.
“You figured that out, did you?”
She barely nodded, her pulse racing under his strong gaze. “I can tell things even without touching,” she reminded him quietly. “Is everything okay?” She wanted to ask about Rukem but didn’t want to remove the soft warmth from his eyes.
“We have to return to the Kings for an important meeting. Nothing about you,” he hurried, startling her.
“You can see my thoughts?” she whispered.
She devoured the tug of his mouth. “Sometimes, yes. But when we do touch, I want to have all the time needed to do it.”
She nodded, wondering why his eyes kept moving to her mouth with such hunger. “You want to so much,” she realized.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“I…I want to give you what you need. The way you need it.”
“And the way you need it,” he said, his gaze slowly moving over her face. “But…before we go…we will touch in a special way.”
“How?” she barely said, remembering to breathe.
She watched his hand raise up, palm before her face. “Put your hand on mine.”
She raised it and paused. “Do I take off my glove?”
He looked down, then met her gaze. “Yes.”
She swallowed and worked the glove from her hand.
He stroked her face and whispered, “Don’t be afraid of this, Tresor.”
She wet her lips, eying his hand as she raised hers up. When their palms were inches apart, she could hardly breathe.
“Touch me.Feelme.”
