His blue gaze met hers. “It’s not.”
She returned the look, wondering what lay behind it. “Then what is? Tell me your worries…”
“I worry about you.”
“Me? Why?”
“Because…because I’ve kissed you. Because the taste of you haunts my dreams, and the feel of your hands on my face, your lips on my mouth…those things are always with me.” He took a breath. “Because I’m aware of every little movement, every sigh, every time you rise more slowly and I can tell your hip is giving you pain. I worry, Hecate. I worry because you are coming to mean a great deal to me. I worry because I desire you as a man desires a woman. And I worry that before long, I won’t be able to hold that fierce wanting back any longer.”
She swallowed, absorbing his declaration.
“You should send me away, Hecate. I’ll only bring trouble to your world.”
“I cannot, Finn.” She chose her words carefully. “I have seen…visions that indicate you and I have a future that may involve the things you mention. I’m not sure when, or where. But I do know that you and I are bound in some way.” She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. “And I’ll confess it’s to my liking.”
He moved, shifting on his chair, his lips parting to speak, but she held up her hand to stop him. She had to keep some kind of control over this growing attraction between them.
“There is no timetable for any of this, Finn. And at this moment, I am not ready to take that mighty a step. But when I do…it will be with you. And it will be when the time is right.” She rose. “I’ll leave you to think about it and make whatever choices you feel are appropriate. For now, I must deal with the additions to our household, and see that Dal is aware of the current situation.”
She turned for the door.
“Hecate…” his voice sounded calm as she glanced at him over her shoulder. “When the time is right, then.”
She nodded, and left, her heart thundering at the thought of what lay ahead for the two of them.
