“That was …” Faelan paused, looking for words.
“Incredible?”
“Something more than that. I’d come up with a better descriptor, but I can’t think straight.”
“I’ll consider that a job well done then.”
“Hey now, I get to pat myself on the back too. You weren’t the only one doing the work here.”
“Not this time, no. But the next time? Och, that’ll be all me, darling.”
“Next time?” Faelan blinked at me as I rolled, still inside her, and her eyes widened as she felt me harden again. “Och, recover quickly do you then?”
“It seems you have the magick touch.”
At that she laughed, but then her eyes clouded briefly.
“Luch … do you?—”
“Shhh.” I thrust lightly into her, and she blinked, her mouth forming a little O of surprise. “That’s for another time. Just feel, Faelan. Feel what I feel.”
I couldn’t say it.
Not yet.
My life was now splintered, into “Before Faelan” and “After Faelan.”
It was too soon, but I already knew.
This was love.
And there would be no other for me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Faelan
“Do you think all your challenges will be met through healing?” Sophie asked, stroking Lady Lola’s back.
It had been two weeks since the morning that I’d healed Malarky and ended up in Luch’s bed.
Today was our first time going on a date with another couple. I couldn’t say who was more nervous—myself or Luch—and we’d very nearly canceled on Sophie and Lachlan an hour before we were meant to meet them. When Sophie had discovered that Luch and I wereactuallydating, she’d squealed and insisted we get together, and I’d agreed simply because her excitement over my happiness had warmed my heart. It was odd, really, this whole having close friends thing, and I was still getting used to the way the group of women easily dissected everyone else’s personal relationships.
I was accustomed to my life being watched as if under a lens, but it was usually one of suspicion, not one of support and admiration.
We’d been invited for drinks at the castle, and we were hanging out in a games room that was easily three times the size of my flat. Lachlan and Luch played billiards, or pool—I wasn’t really sure—and talked about rugby while Sophie and I hung out by a table loaded with snacks.
Which, naturally, had drawn both Lady Lola and Sir Buster to nose their way into the room. Now I was stuck, having been taken hostage by Sir Buster, as he perched on my lap and alternated between growling and giving me impatient looks because I wasn’t feeding him cheese as often as he’d like.
“I don’t know,” I answered, truthfully, as I carefully took a bite of cheese while Sir Buster eyed me balefully. “Because I healed Mitch, didn’t I? And then Malarky. Wouldn’t that have been my third challenge? If it was just healing based?”
“Hmm.” Sophie scrunched her nose up, leaning back into the cushions. She gave a whistle when Lachlan pocketed a ball at the table. “That’s my man.”
Lachlan gave her a wink over his shoulder, and she beamed.
“Isn’t he the cutest?”
“In a reserved sort of way, he is,” I agreed, grinning at her. Sophie and Lachlan clearly were besotted with each other and had no qualms about sharing it.
