"Hello, Alexis."
She stepped closer and studied the man. Something about his blue eyes seemed familiar. He grinned, and she gasped. Oh Goddess, Lance Garvis.
"Aren't you going to say hello to an old friend?" He motioned for her to take the seat across from him. "What's it been? Ten…twelve years since we've seen each other?"
"Fifteen. It's been fifteen years." She plopped down in the chair. "Y-you look great."
She closed her mouth and swallowed. He'd grown up. No longer the ten-year-old boy she and her sisters palled around with all summer at Camp Enchantment. His cheekbones were higher, and he'd lost the pug nose. The Lance of today had regal features, longer blond hair, and a dominant chin. He could have doubled for a Norse god.
"W-what are you doing here?" She inhaled and clamped her bottom lip between her teeth.
"You haven't guessed?" He uncrossed his legs, leaned forward, and placed his elbows on his knees. "I've waited for the day when you are ready to find a man to love, hoping…" He paused and smiled. "I never told you, but the summer we were the best of friends, I had asked the Goddess to let me know if you ever asked for love to come to you. I didn't want to cast a spell that would tie you to me if it wasn't your choice, you see."
Lance stood up, stepped in front of her chair, and held out his hand. "It seems like I have waited my whole life for the day I could finally show you how much I love you."
She sat in stunned silence. Shaking her head, she glanced away from his mesmerizing gaze. This wasn't what she had asked the Goddess for. Oh sweet mercy. He's even cuter than he was as a child. She pushed away all thoughts of Lance the man and concentrated on what was important.
Lance was a witch. |
