“Sure,” Phineas agreed, stunned. “But…”
Finn didn’t wait around to hear what he had to say. Whether he was into Margaid or not, it didn’t matter. She wasn’t a permanent resident of Harmony Glen and he had other things to worry about.
He wasn’t going to get involved with her. He couldn’t.
As much ashe wanted to go home, Finn couldn’t. Phineas would take care of his mother and Pearl, but he wanted to make sure that Margaid got home okay. Harmony Glen was safe, but that territorial part of him just wanted to make sure. It was a couple of blocks down First Avenue to Verdant Street, where she was staying, and the cemetery was close by. It always creeped him out a bit. He shifted into his human form so she wouldn’t recognize him and pulled his woollen beanie down tight over his head.
It was a couple of hours later that she walked out of the hall. He followed her at a safe distance, trying to be nonchalant, but noticed she began to walk faster, so he backed off and went adifferent way, all the while making sure that he timed it so he knew she was safe. When he got to the bushes across the street, he crouched down low and waited.
Only, she didn’t turn the corner when he expected her to and it worried him.
Where is she?
What if she was in danger or needed his help?
“Okay, pal. I have pepper spray and I’m not afraid to use it,” she snarled, coming up behind him. “Who the hell are you?”
“It’s me, Margaid.”
“Me who?”
Finn sighed and stood up, turning around. “Finnbar Clague.”
“Finn?” she asked, confused. “Why are you following me and why are you in human form?”
He was glad she couldn’t see how his face was beige and his body still furry. And he wanted to explain he wasn’t a creeper, but it was at that moment that the beanie, which had been hiding his long horse ears, sprung off his head and his horse ears popped straight up. The downside to the male glashtyns not being able to fully shift.
Margaid’s eyes widened as the hat landed at her feet and she stared up at his ears.
“Ugh,” Finn groaned. He reached down, scooped up his hat, crammed it back down on his head and marched away.
Smooth move.
Chapter
Five
Margaid woke up the next day, not rested. When her alarm went off, she shut it off with a groan and rubbed her eyes before reaching for her glasses. All night long she’d tossed and turned because she couldn’t stop dreaming about Finn. Strange erotic dreams that left her feeling completely horny and frustrated.
She was still trying to figure out why Finn had followed her home and was lurking in the bushes. She had a feeling that he was just trying to make sure she got home safe. When she discovered it was Finn who had been following her, she was completely at ease, because something told her, deep down, that he would never hurt her. Even if his actions were a bit weird.
And why he felt he needed to shift? She didn’t understand. She much preferred his true form.
She had a feeling of safety around him, even if he was grumpy and drove her a bit squirrelly. Not to mention she was completely lusting after his form.
As her eyes adjusted to the morning light, she saw it was overcast. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to cancel their time out on the lake today. She was simultaneously looking forward to itand dreading it at the same time. Mostly because she wanted to ask him about last night.
And she knew that conversation would be awkward.
Reluctantly, she got up and got ready for the day. She’d decided she was going to need a lot of coffee to make it through, so she filled up her thermos with black coffee and a shot of espresso or four. It was bitter, but it was just how she liked it. Once she was ready, she loaded up the gear she’d need for the day, made sure she had a change of clothes, and drove down to the docks.
There were clouds over the lake, but the sun was trying to come through. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all? As she got out of her truck, Pearl came outside from the back of the bait and tackle shop.
“Morning, Dr. Davis,” Pearl greeted brightly.
“Good morning. Look, you can call me Margaid. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”
A sly smile crept across Pearl’s face. “Oh?”
