Page 48 of Out of Sight

A tissue levitated between them, and she chuckled and grabbed it, blowing her nose and wiping her cheeks.

The tissues floated off and burst into flames. She shifted her feet and heard a clatter. “Oh, I forgot about them.”

She looked down and swallowed. “How long was I crying?”

“Half an hour. We will have lunch, you will have a shower, and the sweatsuit I ordered with comfy socks and shoes will be here shortly.”

She blinked her hot eyes. “Underwear?”

“I was unsure of your sizes.”

“I hope the sweats are soft.”

He chuckled, and she heard the sizzling of the first of the grilled cheese hitting the pan. She leaned against him, and the delicate clinking of the diamonds into a container continued for a few moments.

He murmured, “Use it to build a savings account or buy nail polish, set up a studio, or anything else you want.”

She chuckled. “My cousin is going to need to find other outlets for them. Maybe the glass-etching community. I wish I knew why they came out cut.”

He laughed. “The magic shaped them into the most useful arrangement. I can help you to design some jewellery and inset them for you.”

“I thought you worked with stone.”

“Oh, I do, and that is how I make my money. I own a few quarries and bring in imported stone from deposits around the world.”

“How many quarries?” She gave him a slight smile.

“Thirty-five. I travel four or five times a year to check on the quality of stone.”

Lucia blinked. “Where do you go?”

“All over the world to find the right stone. Achilles has recently been a very good customer.”

She looked down between them. “Are you responsible for this marble?”

He smiled. “It was a lovely piece, cream and gold with no inclusions. I was told that it would be needed soon, and here was the need. I had not imagined it being shaped into a form that makes me wish I had gotten a bigger block so that we could dance fully at any size.”

She blinked slowly. “Like, how big?”

“I think you at fifteen feet tall would be cute.”

“Uh, interesting.”

He chuckled. “If you are interested, there are spells for it.”

“That seems a little advanced for me.”

He stroked her back as the second sandwich was prepared and the soup was poured into two bowls.

She looked up at him. “Time for food?”

Yorwell stroked her hair. “Yes. Then a shower.”

The food was sitting on a nearby table with salt, pepper, and crackers.

She leaned away. “Okay. I am gonna go eat now.”

He grinned. “The courier is coming up the drive. I will get your change of clothing.”