Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night

55

Scotland

Winter Solstice, six months later...

So that's how we're tae play this, wife?" Bowen said, when her snowball beaned him squarely in the face. He shook the snow from him in that wolfy way she loved. "You challenge a master at your own peril and have been duly warned."

She wiggled her gloved fingers at him. "Bring it on, Father Time."

But her eyes widened as he began piling up the biggest snowball she'd ever seen. She took off, darting back toward the lodge.

Playing in the snow—what an incredible way to end an already wonderful day. They'd arrived in Scotland just this morning. The jet ride was forgettable—literally, with proper sedation. And last night, just before Mari and Bowen had flown out, her parents had told her they were having a baby, which delighted her, though she promised them she'd "act out" due to the new sibling—

Bowen's mammoth snowball smacked her on the ass, nearly knocking her down. She gasped, looking over her shoulder.

"That's how you throw a snowball." Grinning, he took a bow, then loped after her.

Bowen grinned a lot now. And damn, it was a good look for him.

Playing with him like this, she recognized that her own chance of making it to forty without having kids with her Lykae was nil.

With a squeal, she let him catch her, and he dragged her down into the snow with him. "Dinna hurt you, did I?" he asked as he eased her beneath him.

Even though she'd turned immortal over three months ago, he still asked her that. She thought he always would and loved him for it. "Not at all."

"So you like it here?"

"Adore it."

"You're no' just saying that? Because I can—"

"I want to live half the year here." They'd stay the other six months in their place next to Andoain. "If I'm needed by the coven or for a freelance job, I can commute to the coven via mirror." She'd been working hard these last few months, organizing the Andoain coven with her parents' help and selling spells on her own. Did she hit it out of the park with each magick job? No, but at least she continued to get referrals.

"In addition to the apple orchard I had planted here over the summer," he began, "I also bought a six-foot-high, full-length mirror. So we can commute. You'll take me through with you. Since I'm your familiar."

He took the position of "protector of his witch" very seriously, going with her to all her jobs, and grumbled when she suggested he was more of an accountabilibuddy for her magick. "Sounds good to me."

"So what do you think about real snow?" He'd razzed her without cease because apparently, her dimension's imagined snow had been like the stuff they used on movie sets.

"It's beautiful."

"Aye, beautiful," he said with his gaze locked on her face. "I knew snow would become you. I canna quite believe I'm finally enjoying my favorite season, and I'm doing it with you—my favorite sight."

He cupped her face and leaned down to give her a languid kiss. But when she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, he slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the contact until she was trembling beneath him.

Against his lips, she murmured, "Bowen... "

He drew back. "I know my female's tone. I'll be takin' you tae bed now."

When she nodded eagerly, he gave her a sly grin. "Your werewolf's still got it, eh, lass?"

Breathless, she smiled up at him. "If by it you mean me, then you'll never lose it."