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“Yep?” Am I a little breathless? Yikes.

She eyes me. “You had to know I would ask.”

“Ask?” I’m screwed. “Ask about what?”

“The boy you’re dating, of course.” A soft smile breaks on her face. “I heard you and Laura discussing him at my cottage the other night.”

I try to suppress the breath of relief. Noah is safer than scrying for daemons. “Right. Noah, his name is Noah.”

“Mm, Noah. Strong name. And he’s good to you?”

I nod. Noah is one of the few people in this world who’s genuinely been good to me. Better to me than Mom by a long shot.

She smiles. “Stop looking like I’m going to interrogate you. I’m not Laura. I just needed some sort of gossip to bring back to the ladies.”

“Thanks, Grandma.” I turn to go.

“One last thing before you leave.” She stands, Rosie hopping off her shoulder and onto the chair. “Every magic lesson will be attended. No absences for dates.”

Chapter 19

What’s Your Favorite Color?

Ithink I have an addiction. An actual, gives-me-the-fidgets addiction.

And the name of that addiction is Noah Rogers.

I’m tapping my fingers on my arm as I wait outside the shop for him to pick me up, my body itching for the electric buzz. It’s that moment after being shocked, the loss of sensation after being overwhelmed.

I really should try to figure out what the hell that’s about. That and the eye drawing. There’s something going on, and I’ve been too focused on Noah to figure out what that is.

Grandma knows about him now. Maybe it’s finally time to ask her.

I gnaw at my bottom lip, a cool fall breeze raising goosebumps on my skin despite my thick sweater. If I could live somewhere where it’s perpetually fall, I would be a happy lady.

Give me all the pumpkin spice. In my face. All the time.

Speak of the sunshine devil himself, Noah’s car pulls up right in front of me in a repeat of last night. Before he can get out I bounce over and jump in the passenger’s side.

No words are spoken as I soak up the fact thathe’s here, and I wrap my arms around his neck. It’s an awkward angle since he hasn’t had time to take off his seatbelt, but we make it work.

His lips are just as soft and full as I remember as they softly caress mine. The fidgeting is gone, replaced by the soft comfort of being in Noah’s presence.

“Hey,” I whisper, breaking the kiss but keeping the contact. It may be difficult for him to drive with me wrapped around him like a jellyfish, but I may just have to let him figure it out.

“Hey.” He chuckles, pressing one last quick peck to my mouth. “How are you?”

Mmm, how I love that electric buzz. “Really good now. How about you? Did you get any writing done?”

“If you mean scrolling social media, doing a bunch of research, cleaning my apartment, and doing literally anything other than writing—then yes. I got a lot of writing done.”

Agiggleescapes my mouth. It’s a high-pitched noise that makes my cheeks flush in embarrassment. I don’t giggle. Laura giggles, I guffaw like a chicken.

“Where are we going?” I ask, momentarily distracted by how he drives. One hand is confidently draped over the steering wheel and his forearm is on the armrest in the middle. He’s fascinating.

And hot. Did I mention hot?

“I owe you that picnic. Plus it allows us time to really get to know each other without the distractions of a restaurant.”