The Witch And The Werewolf. Michele Hauf

that than dull, right?” She laughed, but stopped abruptly. “So tomorrow it’s a date.”

      “Should I pick you up at the brewery?”

      “Yes.” She tilted up on her tiptoes to meet the kiss that he did not pause to give her this time. His breath tasted like the wine they’d shared over supper, and his beard brushed her cheek softly. And when she started to pull away he dipped in for a firm press that won her completely. She sighed into the kiss and drew her fingers down the ends of his long hair. Mmm, he was some kind of all right. “I do enjoy these not-so-shy kisses.”

      “Me too. I would kiss you longer but...” He glanced over to the running truck.

      “I’m glad you told me about Peanut. You two are adorable together. We’re going to have fun, the three of us.”

      Lars turned and waved as he got in the truck. And Mireio hugged herself and recalled that the man had given her a choice to walk away now if she wanted to.

      Did she want to walk away? Could she handle dating a man with a baby? Neither option felt easy. And she needed easy right now. Because that would counter the nightmares and her wariness over performing the immortality spell.