CHAPTER 8

“I was a little shell-shocked when he left,” Starlight added, feeling delightfully wicked.

Elijah looked at her, blue eyes narrowing.

“Oh, it was mutual, believe me.”

The look in his eyes made her tingle. She’d been more than satisfied, even if he hadn’t. But was he still interested? She hoped he was. She cleared her throat.

“Next time, maybe we can finish our conversation?” she asked, her voice tight.

Starlight saw him swallow, the flare of his nostrils, the absolutely gorgeous ridge of his jaw locking. His nod was stiff but it was enough to have her throbbing.

“Oh, to be a fly on the wall for that conversation…” Meghan murmured.

She and Elijah looked at Meghan in unison, making Meghan grin widely.

“Well, I would love to stay longer but I have pies to get in the oven… for the auction…”

Mrs. Thomas stood.

“You’ll come, won’t you, Starlight?”

“I’d like that...”

“There are so many parties and events this time of year. And a wedding…