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and hold on tight.
It's a grand adventure .
    "What's this new idea?"
Olivia asked.
    She shook herself out of the past.
"Something different." Impulsively, she added, "The de Young
Museum asked to include me in an exhibit. They want me to do a gourd series
inspired by the gourds of the early American natives. I sketched a design
that'll work nicely for it."
    "That's amazing." Eve's
eyes lit up, and it was obvious her brain kicked in with all the possibilities.
"That'll put you on the map. Just think of all the good PR that'll result.
I'll help you send out press releases."
    Olivia nodded. "Make sure it's
part of your contract that they'll sell some of your gourds in the museum gift
store. It'll get your name out there."
    She swallowed the flare of anxiety at
the idea of publicity. She wanted the recognition for her artwork, but she
didn't want notoriety. "I haven't accepted the offer yet."
    Both women frowned but it was Olivia
who spoke. "You have to accept. How is this even a debate? How many
artists get a chance like this?" 
    She nodded. "I know,
but..."
    "There is no but ." Olivia stared at her.
"What's going on really?"
    Before she could reply, the front
door jingled, signaling someone's entry. She glanced over her shoulder and
froze as Rick strode toward them.
    Actually, it was more of a prowl than
a stride, the gait of a jungle cat stalking prey. At that moment, based on the
way his dark eyes were eating her up, she guessed she was the prey.
    The tingling in her lips started
again. Nerve damage? She swallowed and pressed her fingers to her mouth.
    "Am I interrupting a coven
meeting?" He gave Olivia a kiss on the cheek but kept his gaze on Gwen.
    Her feet slipped from under her and
she had to catch her balance on the counter. Now that she knew how devastating
those lips were, she was shocked that Olivia didn't crumble to the ground.
    Olivia gave her a quizzical look.
"You okay, Gwen?"
    "Sure," she squeaked. She rolled
away some more, just in case. "I need to get going."
    "But you haven't gotten anything
yet," Eve said, her brows furrowed in concern. "A croissant like
usual?"
    Coming in for one of Eve's croissants
was part of her morning ritual. She loved them—they were the best she'd
had this side of the Atlantic. They reminded her of the croissants their cook
Jean-Marie used to make for her and her brother, Roger, fresh every morning.
"Yes, please."
    "And chai?"
    "Yes, to go." She hated
coffee, not because of the taste but because her father had drunk coffee. The
smell reminded her of the way he'd criticized all of them, especially her,
first thing every morning. Of course, now she understood why he was hardest on
her, and, frankly, she couldn't blame him. It couldn't be easy to find out your
child wasn't biologically yours, especially for a man like Gautier de la
Roche.
    That was her family's skeleton in the
closet. The de la Roche's were excellent at keeping secrets.
    "You haven't been in your store
all day," Rick said. He sounded casual, but she could tell he wasn't. Why
was he looking for her?
    To kiss her again?
    Right , Laurel
would say. He probably hadn't given their kiss any more thought. So she arched her
brow coolly, trying to show how unaffected she was, even though she was
anything but. "What are you accusing me of?"
    "Only guilty people are
paranoid," he retorted.
    "Children," Olivia chided
mildly. "Mind your manners."
    Gwen pointed at him. "He started
it."
    Rick snorted.
    Eve handed her the croissant and
chai. "It's on me, this morning, Gwen. A pre-celebration for you accepting
the offer from the de Young."
    "You're doing it?" Rick
asked, crossing his arms.
    His tone set her teeth on edge. He
obviously didn't believe in her talent. She lifted her chin. "I'm still
thinking about it."
    "She's doing it." Olivia
gave her a stern look. "You'll call them and accept when you go back to
your shop."
    Eve turned to Rick. "You know
about Gwen's offer from the de Young?"
    "I'd heard about it," he
replied carefully.