Chapter 4
Thunder bounded across the night. Rain picked up the rhythm and gave it right back, embellished with melodies and flourishes. From Dan’s table, garlic and cumin and rosemary and a knife that’d need cleaning and some spilling-over jars cheered him and Sterling on: yes, messy, but exuberantly successfully so. Spices dusted the rug; that could be cleaned. Like the building and the world, cleansed and exultant.
Dan found himself wanting to laugh. Wanting to kiss his impossible magical pocket-sized psychic demi-witch, over and over and over again.
He said, “By the way, this is the best first date I’ve ever had, just so you know,” and Sterling wrapped legs around his waist and agreed “Good?” in a tone that aimed for smug and came out simply pleased at the words. “I’m not even done w
