Free Charmed by Nora Roberts Page B

a long time. I just need to think,” she repeated.
    “Ana.” Morgana held out both hands. “Sebastian and Mel will be back in a couple of days from their honeymoon. Why don’t you ask him to look? It would relieve your mind if you knew.”
    Resolute, Ana shook her head. “No … not that I haven’t considered it. Whatever happens, however it happens, I want it to be on equal terms. Knowing would give me an unfair advantage over Boone. I have a feeling those equal terms would be important, to both of us.”
    “You know best. Let me tell you something, as a woman.” Her lips curved. “As a witch. Knowing, not knowing, makes no difference with a man, once he touches your heart. No difference at all.”
    Ana nodded. “Then I’ll have to make sure he doesn’t touch mine until I’m ready.”
    *  *  *
    “This is incredible,” Boone was saying as he surveyed Wicca. “Just incredible.”
    “I thought so, too, the first time I walked in.” Nash picked up a crystal wand tipped at the end with a spear of amethyst. “I guess people in our line of work are suckers for this stuff.”
    “Fairy tales,” Boone agreed, accepting the wand before running a finger over a bronze cast of a snarling wolf. “Or the occult. A fine line between the two. Your last movie chilled my blood even when it made me laugh.”
    Nash grinned. “The humor in horror.”
    “Nobody does it better.” He glanced over at his daughter. She was staring at a miniature silver castle surrounded by a moat of rainbow glass, her eyes huge, her hands behind her back. “I’ll never get out of here empty-handed.”
    “She’s beautiful,” Nash said, wondering, as he often did, about the children that would be his before much longer.
    “Looks like her mother.” He saw the question and the concern in his friend’s eyes. “Grief passes, Nash, whether you want it to or not. Alice was a wonderful part of my life, and she gave me the best thing in it. I’m grateful for every moment I had with her.” He set the wand down. “Now I’d like to know how you—the world’s most determined bachelor—came to be married and expecting twins.”
    “Research.” Nash grinned and rocked back on his heels. “I wanted to get out of L.A., and keep within commuting distance. I’d only been here a short time when I needed to do some research on a script. I walked in here, and there she was.”
    There was more, of course. A great deal more. But it wasn’t Nash’s place to tell Boone about the Donovan legacy. Not even if Boone would have believed him.
    “When you decide to take the plunge, you take it big.”
    “You, too. Indiana’s a long way from here.”
    “I didn’t want to be able to commute,” Boone said with a grimace. “My parents, Alice’s parents. Jessie and I were becoming their life’s work. And I wanted a change, for both of us.”
    “Next door to Ana, huh?” Nash narrowed his eyes. “The redwood place, with all the glass and decks?”
    “That’s the one.”
    “Good choice.” He glanced toward Jessie again. She’d wandered around the shop and had worked her way back to the little castle. She hadn’t once asked for it, and that made the naked desire in her eyes all the more effective. “If you don’t buy her that, I will.”
    *  *  *
    When Ana came out to restock a few shelves for Morgana, she saw not only the silver castle being rung up on the counter, but the wand, a three-foot sculpture of a winged fairy she’d had her eye on herself, a crystal sun-catcher in the shape of a unicorn, a pewter wizard holding a many-faceted ball, and a baseball-sized geode.
    “We’re weak,” Boone said with a quick, sheepish grin as Ana lifted a brow. “No willpower.”
    “But excellent taste.” She ran a fingertip over the fairy wings. “Lovely, isn’t she?”
    “One of the best I’ve seen. I figured I’d put her in my office for inspiration.”
    “Good idea.” She bent over a compartment containing tumbling stones.