Thirty

Tuesday, 2 P.M.
Sweet, Texas
Thoroughly happy witches with hot boyfriends: 1

 
I can barely walk, but it’s worth it. Sam and I have been making love for the last forty-eight hours. We can’t get enough of each other.

There’s this new connection between us, even deeper than before. Oh, and he’s so romantic.

Sunday, when he came back he had a lot more than food.

I was out in the conservatory repotting some of my herbs when he walked in carrying a beautiful rosebush. The roses were a deep red, almost black. Rich and velvety blooms.

“What’s this?” I smiled.

He handed it to me. “I ordered it a while back, and had John open up the nursery so I could get it for you. It’s called Red Witch, because of the enticing aroma. Kind of like my witch.”

I laughed. “It’s so beautiful, baby. Thank you.” I moved it to the side so I could kiss him. His lips were so soft. Mmmm. I love the taste of Sam.

“Something else I’ve wanted to give you, but I’ve been waiting for the right time.” He suddenly looked shy, and he stared at his shoes.

“What is it?” I thought it might be something from Victoria’s Secret. The man has a thing for sexy lingerie that only rivals my own.

He took a deep breath.

“I love you, Bronwyn. You know that. More than anything. This last month, well it’s been hell. For the first time ever, I wasn’t sure I could go on. Not without you.”

He shook his head before I could speak. “I know a lot of those insecurities had nothing to do with my own feelings and emotions. But the truth is, trusting is hard for me. And your job is so tough for me to take. That part of what I told you before was true, and straight from the heart. I can’t stand the idea of losing you.” His voice caught.

His eyes were so intense. I had no idea where he was going with this. Had he just given me a present and then he was breaking up with me? It didn’t make any sense.

My emotions must have fallen across my face.

He laughed. “Stop it, baby, I’m trying to be romantic. I’m just not doing a very good job of it.”

“Thank God.” My whole body shook with giggles. “I wasn’t sure what to think.”

“Here.” He held out his hand. A perfect Red Witch bloom was in his hand. Draped on the rose was a beautiful silver necklace with a pendant.

“It’s beautiful,” I gasped. The pendant was shaped in two beautiful knots tied together.

He took it off the rose and walked behind me. Pushing my hair to the side, he placed it around my neck. “It’s a Celtic eternal knot,” he whispered against my ear. “This way I can be close to your heart at all times, even when you are thousands of miles away.”

I turned to face him. He held my hands in his.

“I love you. I believe in you. And I’m so proud of you. I would never ask you to give up your job. But I do want you to be mine. Forever.

“I’m promising myself to you, Bron.”

My arms flew around his neck.

“I love you so much.” I kissed him all over his face and his neck and well, like I said, we’ve been in bed the last two days. He finally had to go into the office to see patients.

Oh, and I called Kira this morning. I remembered what Caleb had said about her hearing from the dead people that Blackstock was back.

“So, I guess you told Caleb.” I was pruning out in the conservatory and had the phone cradled on my shoulder.

“Yes, and you were right. He took it really well.” Kira laughed. “I almost got sick while I was trying to tell him, but he was so relieved that I wasn’t seeing someone else. He said, considering the alternative, the dead people were a blessing.”

So love is alive and well in Sweet, Texas.

And I’m in love with a gorgeous man who makes me happy. Yes, life is good.