Free To Wrangle A Witch (Southern Sanctuary Book 3) by Jane Cousins Page A

Earth Witch.  There were worse
ways to go. 
    Watching
her shower had been bad enough.  Her head tilted back in pleasure, her
eyes shut, a smile of delight lighting her features, his mind filling in the
blanks hidden from view by the wooden shield.  And he, stupid bastard that
he was, thought the shower would be the worst of it.  Oh no, he was
forgetting who he was dealing with. 
    No
towels for this girl.  When she’d finished showering Serena had walked out
onto one of the grassy areas bare butt naked, no dim moonlit shadows this time
to shield even an inch of her glory from his eyes.  There was no denying
that she was a natural blonde that was for sure.
    He’d
almost choked on his own tongue when she proceeded to lie down, raising her
arms languidly above her head, stretching out like an open invitation to the
world.  And it was an invitation he soon realised, but not to the world
and not to him.  It was to the butterflies, as first one, then ten, then a
hundred multi-coloured butterflies landed on her, drinking the moisture from
her skin as if it were nectar.  He’d never seen a more erotic….more
disturbing tableau in all his years. 
    Thank
the Goddess for his magic, as his inner truth bell rang loudly shattering the
hypnotic spell that Serena had cast over him.
    “Hold
it there Bernie.  Let me just close the curtains in here and then we can
go back over that last point again.” 

 
     
    Chapter
Eight
     
    The
summer evening breeze danced soothingly over Serena’s skin as she made her way towards
the kitchen, following the divine scent of something spicy an enticing. 
With all the glass doors to the courtyard wide open, Locke’s beautiful home was
the perfect blend of indoor and outdoor living.  Though come to think of
it not once had she seen him step into the great outdoors. 
    Speak
of the devil. 
    She
paused in the corridor to watch him expertly cut up a tomato and add it to a
bowl already full to bursting with salad ingredients.  He looked as cute
as hell, a tea towel draped casually over one shoulder, his suit jacket
discarded, the sleeves of his shirt folded back to his elbows, and would
wonders never cease, he’d even loosened his tie.  The man was positively
casual, even if he still had on the waistcoat that matched his suit trousers. 
    She
was glad she’d gone to the trouble of dressing up herself.  After her day
spent resting in the garden she’d been reluctant to wear his t-shirt again so
she had used an old trick her grandmother had once shown her, weaving natural
materials into clothing.  The summery dress she had on with the thin
spaghetti straps and flirty hemline ending mid-thigh was courtesy of the red
hibiscus in the courtyard.  The petal material, divinely soft against her
skin. 
    “Evening.”
On bare feet she padded forward to take a seat at the kitchen bench so she
could watch him work.
    “Hey
there.  You look like you had a good day.  I hope you didn’t get too
much sun?”
    “Not
possible.  And you?  How did the lawyering go?”
    “I
continue to reign supreme, my enemies cowering in fear and subjugation at my
feet.”  He flashed a knee melting grin her way, thank the Earth she was
sitting down.   Locke held up a cocktail
shaker.  “Drink?”
    “Sure.”
    Locke
had just added two olives to her martini when his mobile rang, sliding Serena’s
glass over before he pushed the connect button.  “Hey Kitten.  What’s
the news? ........ No I distinctly remember Vaughn telling me Kitten was
perfectly acceptable. …….. Ah-huh……… Okay…. No we’re good.  Nell came over
earlier, clean bill of health. …… Ah-huh.  Sure stay safe… Kitten?………What?
…. Well I suggest you take that up with your husband.  I’m more than happy
to revert back to Gigantore… No? Then Kitten it is.”  He hung up abruptly,
a pleased expression on his face.
    “You
shouldn’t tease your sister like that.”  Serena stirred her