How precisely they’d do that, he wasn’t sure, but he’d also driven down here not knowing whether Margot would even speak to him, or whether she’d call down a posse of McAllister witches to drive him out of town altogether, and now she was letting him hold her, had seemed to have forgiven him. Miracles really could happen.
They ended up sitting on the couch, with her leaning her head on his shoulder. Something in her felt very tired, and he supposed he couldn’t blame her for that. Wrestling with yourself had to be hard work. The box in his pocket was grinding into his hip, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t have moved from where he now sat for all the world.
At length, though, Margot straightened up and reached for her mug of tea, which had to be mostly cold by now. Lucas had the feeling she
