Dark Witch (The Cousins O'Dwyer Trilogy 1) - Page 138

“Waiting,” he said with a slow nod. “It’s never easy. Iona, I want to—” Mick hailed him, and came down the stalls with quick boot clicks.

“There you are. I wanted to ask if . . .” With his gaze shifting from Iona to Boyle, Mick flushed. “Beg pardon. I’m interrupting.”

“No, that’s fine.” Boyle shuffled his feet, turned. “We’re just finished with Spud here.”

“I’ll dose him, chart it,” Iona offered.

“Thanks for that.”

Alone, Iona leaned against the horse. “He’s been starting conversations,” she realized. “He never does that, but he has been, ever since . . . And he bought me Cokes.” She stepped out, picked up the bottle she’d set outside the stable door, took a long pull.

“Hell, Spud, I think maybe I am being wooed. And I have absolutely no idea how to handle it. Nobody ever really tried before.”

With a sigh, she studied the bottle in her hand, wondered what it said about her that her heart was so easy it could be touched by a damn soft drink.

Just . . . see what happens, she warned herself, then went to get Spud’s medicine.

* * *

NOTHING HAPPENED REALLY—CONVERSATIONS, SMALL ATTENTIONS, casual offers of help. But he made no move toward more. A good thing, Iona reminded herself as she helped Branna prepare the group dinner. She’d meant everything she’d said to him when he’d brought the flowers to her, the apology to her.

For once in her life she intended to be sensible, to be safe, to look—both ways—before she leaped.

“Your thoughts are so loud they’re giving me a headache,” Branna complained.

“Sorry, sorry. I can’t seem to stop the loop. Okay, we’ll put it on pause. I’ve never made scalloped potatoes before. Not even out of a box.”

“Don’t talk of potatoes in a box in this kitchen.”

“Only as an insult. Am I doing it right?”

“Just keep doing the layers as I showed you.” At the stove, Branna stirred the glaze she intended to use on the ham she had baking.

“Fancy meal for a strategy meeting.”

“I was in the mood. And now we’ll have cold ham for days if I’m not in the mood again.”

Conscientiously, Iona sprinkled flour over the next layer of sliced potatoes. “I was thinking about Boyle.”

“Is that a fact? Never would I have guessed.”

Rolling her eyes at Branna’s back, Iona added the salt and pepper, started the butter. “How do you know? I can’t figure out how you know, sensibly, and that’s what I’m working on. Is he just missing the sex, maybe even the companionship on some level? Is he feeling guilty because he hurt me, trying to be nice to make up for it, to be friendly because that’s what I asked? Or, does he, maybe, care more than he thought?”

“I’m the wrong one to ask about matters of the heart. Some say I barely have one.”

“No one who knows you says that.”

Some did, and there were times she wished they had the right of it.

“I don’t know about men, Iona. Whenever I think I do, think I’ve got it all in a box, just as it i

s, it all scrambles out when I’m not looking. When I get it all back in, it’s something else than it was.

“I know my brother, but a brother’s a different thing.”

“Love shouldn’t be hard.”

“There I think you’re wrong. I think it should be the hardest thing there is, then it’s not so easily given away, or taken away, or just lost.”

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