“Really? You do?” she teased. “And what kind of feelings might those be, Mr. Casey?”
“These kind, Miss Ridlington.”
He moved close, and began whispering in her ear all the exciting things he wanted to do to and with her. By the time he’d finished, Hecate was aware that she had drops of sweat on her forehead, and other places were just as damp.
She swallowed. “Goodness. I…er….blindfold?”
He nodded. “But of course, I wouldn’t dream of actuallydoingany of these things with a woman who doesn’t trust me enough to share her innermost thoughts. Andideas…”
“You rogue,” chuckled Hecate. “I should turn you into a toad for that.”
Finn roared with delighted laughter. “That’s my witch.”
She waited for him to settle. “Well, now you come to mention it, there are no toads or brooms involved, but my plan for Faversill’s downfall may seem a bit out-of-the-ordinary…I’m going to need a portrait of Johnny Marchville…”
And she finally told him her idea.
