Chapter EightCatching her off-guard, Calix picked up her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm the moment they got outside. Lena smirked a little at his gentlemanly action before hooking her arm completely around his. Within a few steps, it was the most natural thing in the world for her fingers to slide down until they linked with his large ones. Contentment went all through her when Calix tightened his grip.
Magic really had turned out to have some magic for her, even if she didn’t get to put her snow dome here.
“Are we going back to the same restaurant?”
Calix shook his head. “No, I’ve got something better in mind. Do you like chicken roasted over a spit?”
“Depends on who’s buying dinner. How many chickens can you eat?” Lena asked with a laugh. She squeezed his arm when Calix
