Simon waved at him to shush. “Shanna,” he breathed out.
She scanned his eyes—that beautiful, deep, glittering blue. “Yes.” Her voice bubbled out in a laugh. “I’m Shanna.”
“You danced in the rain in Wellington.”
“Yes.”
“You swam naked on the beach in Abel Tasman.”
“Yes.”
“You kissed me behind the waterfall in Milton Sound.”
“Yes.” Her smile spread wider with every word.
“You made love to me in a ghost room.”
“Yes!” She looped her arms around his neck. “You remember me.”
Simon’s harsh, pointed look disappeared, his expression clearing into a smile. “I remember everything.”
“And I have heard slightly too much information,” Everett muttered, sneaking toward the door.
Jinx barked loudly, positioning himself in front of the door, and let out an uncharacteristic growl.
Simon took a step to the side, shutting the door and blocking it. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Everett said. “Aren’t we done with this? The police are outside, take me to prison, yadda yadda.”
Simon looked back at Shanna. “Why did you say you needed him?”
“The Witch’s Heart. You remember what I told you about breaking my family curse?”
“You’d need the heart. Which you can’t get because that witch is long gone.”
“But I was wrong!” She quickly explained how she and Gran had reached the new conclusion. “And he’s the one. Everett is the last in line of the witch who cursed Caitriona. Only he can save me—by forgiving me.”
“Excuse me?” Everett shot out.
“Then he’ll do it.” Simon pierced him with that unforgiving, business-only look.
And it had never been as attractive.
“This is bullshit,” Everett said. “First that Guidry woman, now her? Do you have a fetish for weirdness all of a sudden?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Simon said.
Shanna felt herself blush a little.
“So, what?” Everett said. “You want me to forgive you for …?”
“My ancestor wronging yours.”
“How long ago was that?”
“A few centuries.”
“Jesus.” Everett rubbed his face. “You people hold grudges, don’t you?”
