“It was perfect, and it brought to mind what I truly want. Your heart, dear Brigid.” He picked up her hand and kissed the top of her knuckles.
“Then I shall lead you to it.” She put her hand over her chest. “If I’m a changeling, then I must find the magical object where my fairy essence is held.”
Griffin rubbed his thumb in her palm. Shefelt solid, warm, and fleshy. “You’re tricking me, little fairy.”
“Tee hee, tee, hee, tsee-hee-he-hee,” she trilled like the little blue tit bird. “I’m not full of tricks, but full of luck.”
“You’re a lovely lucky charm.” He squeezed her hand and clasped it to his chest. “Let’s have lunch and then make our plans for finding your fairy essence.”
“Only after you say a wish forme.” Her gaze flicked up to the bird twittering on the treetop.
“True love, dear Brigid. I wish you luck in love.”
“I already am,” she said, her cheeks pinking. “I’m lucky like love.”
“How so?” His mind couldn’t wrap around how someone could be lucky like love. Lucky in love, lucky at love, lucky with love, he got.
“I make luck by believing in love, and I make loveby believing in luck.” She looped her hand around the crook of his elbow. “Wouldn’t you say love is ninety-nine percent faith and so is luck?”
“What’s the other one percent? It can’t be fate, because that is luck. Can’t be chance, luck again. Or sacrifice, tis love. Or valor, another form of love.”
“Your free will to believe.” She tapped the center of his breastbone. “You can chooseto believe or not, but from that tiny grain of faith, all the rest flows, both luck and love.”
“Then I accept your help, Brigid O’Brien, because I choose to believe you can make me lucky like love.” He tipped her chin and lowered his lips to hers, sealing the deal.
