Taken aback, I asked, “What?”
“What are your thoughts on marriage?”
Confused, I replied, “As an institution in general or to a particular person?”
“Marriage to a small town police chief because I want to marry you if you cook like this every day.”
I laughed. “One, I don’t have anything against marriage, but I do like to at least know the person I’m considering as a spouse. Two, I don’t cook like this every day. Only once or twice a week. The rest of the time, it’s whatever is quick and easy.”
That barely-there smirk made a brief appearance. “Still be worth it,” he mumbled before he went back to his food.
The back of my neck started to itch so I looked over to find Daniel watching me with glittering green eyes.
Whoa. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking about but that look made my heart pound in my chest.
My mouth was suddenly dry, so I averted my gaze and picked up my coffee, taking a sip.
When I glanced up again, Daniel was eating his breakfast as though he hadn’t just given me first degree burns with his gaze.
The silence was now an awkward one, so I grabbed the first thought that came to mind in order to get everyone talking again.
“What did you two decide to do about Leona?” I asked.
Garrett grunted but didn’t answer.
Daniel sighed and put his fork down. “For now, we aren’t going to do anything. Other than causing general annoyance, she hasn’t really done anything. Her son isn’t welcome in Devil Springs for a while, but that’s about all we can do.”
I nodded. It seemed they had the same issues here that other small towns did, even though their population wasn’t completely human.
Good to know that supernatural culture wasn’t all that much better than humans.
“So, basically, you have to wait for her to screw up?” I asked.
They both nodded as they ate.
I dug into my food, happy that the frittata turned out well.
After a few moments of silence, the police chief put his fork on his empty plate and sat back in his chair.
“You know, Cari,” he said. “I’ve changed my mind. If you want to leave the mayor’s house, you don’t have to stay at the jail. As long as you cook like this, you can stay at my house. But I might not let you leave.”
I choked on a piece of cantaloupe at his unexpected words. I scooted my chair back and leaned over, coughing uncontrollably.
Once the cantaloupe was dislodged, I wiped my watery eyes and sat up. Daniel was standing next to my chair, rubbing my back, and Garrett was staring at both of us with his hands up.
“You okay?” Garrett asked me.
“I’m good,” I answered, my voice still rough.
Daniel handed me a glass of water. I hadn’t noticed him get up to grab it but I had been fighting for my life, so it made sense I didn’t see him.
“Turn down the headlights,” Garrett murmured, his eyes flicking up to Daniel.
I looked up and saw that Daniel’s eyes were glowing so brightly that I could barely look at him.
I jabbed him in the ribs with two fingers. “Cut it out. I’m fine.”
He looked down at me and I nearly froze in my seat. Whoa, there was a whole lot of…something in his gaze but I had no idea what it was. All I knew was that look cast a spell on me, turning my muscles to mush.
