CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN † DECLARATIONWELL THAT KNOCKED away the fear and panic caused by my latest dream. I blinked fast several times in bewilderment. Then I goggled at him, searching for
the punchline of the joke on the serious lines of his handsome-as-sin face. A different kind of quiver raced through my body. The kind filled with longing mixed with dread.
“What?” was all I could say. What else was there?
Without an expression change, he moved his magic, soothing hands from the plane of my back to my shoulders. The rings he wore left tingles in their wake. This gave me a chance to step back so I
could see the rest of him more clearly. Still no laugh lines or a spark of mischief. What the hell was he trying to pull here? Comforting me, I got, but to actually confess that he loved me? To
