Page 306 of The Defiant Curse

That worked for him.

Getting up, he headed to the door. Only, he didn’t get to go too far.

“Michael?”

He glanced back.

“Yeah, Mom?”

She smiled at him.

“I’m happy for you, and I’m so glad you’re finally where you need to be. Losing you as an Archangel was a small price to pay to see you living your best life.”

There was genuine happiness in his face.

“Thank you for loving me when I was struggling. I only made it through because I had someone to lean on. You’re my hero.”

Well, they had something in common.

He was one of hers.

When he closed the door behind him, Elizabeth and Ethan rolled out of bed, hit the shower, and had a little fun in there.

Because why not?

She was on vacation.

There was no way she was turning down some kinky water fun with a hot man in a Scottish castle.

The psychic could wait.

After all, she came here, not vice versa.

Once dressed, they walked downstairs toward the kitchen, hand-in-hand. When they got there, everyone was at the island, and Michael was pouring them coffee.

“Morning,” she said. “Oh, are those danish?” she asked ignoring the psychic for the time being.

They were moving on vacation time here.

And vacations called for baked goods. Elizabeth’s plan was to gain back about twenty pounds as she ate her weight in delicious things.

Sue her.

She wasn’t running here unless there was a goat chasing her.

Graham put a danish on a plate and handed it to her. Once he did, she kissed him on the cheek and winked at him.

“Nice hickey, ya whore. I guess there’s a couple of them here—not just Michael.”

He snorted.

“Tell your other son to control himself. I guess birds of a feather flock together,” he admitted.

Yes, yes, they did.

As she sat down, Ethan beside her, the woman went to speak, but she held up her hand.

“I am not suitable for people until I’ve had some coffee. For all of our sakes, let me get halfway through this cup before you tell me anything that has the word ‘spirit’, ‘ghost’, or ‘dead person’ involved in the conversation.”