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legs. He let out a long, impatient breath.
    “Come on, Jess. Race you back.”

Chapter 2
    “I’d like to meet him.”
    Ana glanced up from the dried petals she was arranging for potpourri and frowned at Morgana. “Who?”
    “The father of this little girl you’re so enchanted with.” More fatigued than she cared to admit, Morgana stroked her hand in a circular motion over her very round belly. “You’re just chock-full of information on the girl, and very suspiciously lacking when it comes to Papa.”
    “Because he doesn’t interest me as much,” Ana said lightly. To a bowl filled with fragrant leaves and petals she added lemon for zest and balsam for health. She knew very well how weary Morgana was. “He’s every bit as standoffish as Jessie is friendly. If it wasn’t obvious that he’s devoted to her, I’d probably dislike him instead of being merely ambivalent.”
    “Is he attractive?”
    Ana lifted a brow. “As compared to?”
    “A toad.” Morgana laughed and leaned forward. “Come on, Ana. Give.”
    “Well, he isn’t ugly.” Setting the bowl aside, she began to look through the cupboard for the right oil to mix through the potpourri. “I guess you’d say he has that hollow-cheeked, dangerous look. Athletic build. Not like a weight lifter.” She frowned, trying to decide between two oils. “More like a … a long-distance runner, I suppose. Rangy, and intimidatingly fit.”
    Grinning, Morgana cupped her chin in her hands. “More.”
    “This from a married woman about to give birth to twins?”
    “You bet.”
    Ana laughed, chose an oil of rose to add elegance. “Well, if I have to say something nice, he does havewonderful eyes. Very clear, very blue. When they look at Jessie, they’re gorgeous. When they look at me, suspicious.”
    “What in the world for?”
    “I haven’t a clue.”
    Morgana shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Anastasia, surely you’ve wondered enough to find out. All you’d have to do is peek.”
    With a deft and expert hand, Ana added drops of fragrant oil to the mixture in the bowl. “You know I don’t like to intrude.”
    “Oh, really.”
    “And if I was curious,” she added, fighting a smile at Morgana’s frustration, “I don’t believe I’d care to see what was rolling around inside Mr. Sawyer’s heart. I have a feeling it would be very uncomfortable to be linked with him, even for a few minutes.”
    “You’re the empath,” Morgana said with a shrug. “If Sebastian was back, he’d find out what’s in this guy’s mind anyway.” She sipped more of the soothing elixir Ana had mixed for her. “I could do it for you if you like. I haven’t had cause to use the scrying mirror or crystal for weeks. I may be getting stale.”
    “No.” Ana leaned forward and kissed her cousin’s cheek. “Thank you. Now, I want you to keep a bag of this with you,” she said as she spooned the potpourri into a net bag. “And put the rest in bowls around the house and the shop. You’re only working two days a week now, right?”
    “Two or three.” She smiled at Ana’s concern, even as she waved it off. “I’m not overdoing, darling, I promise. Nash won’t let me.”
    With an absent nod, Ana tied the bag securely. “Are you drinking the tea I made up for you?”
    “Every day. And, yes, I’m using the oils religiously. I’m carrying rhyolite to alleviate emotional stress, topaz against external stresses, zircon for a positive attitude and amber to lift my spirits.” She gave Ana’s hand a quick squeeze. “I’ve got all the bases covered.”
    “I’m entitled to fuss.” She set the bag of potpourri down by Morgana’s purse, then changed her mind andopened the purse herself to slip it inside. “It’s our first baby.”
    “Babies,” Morgana corrected.
    “All the more reason to fuss. Twins come early.”
    Indulging in a single sigh, Morgana closed her eyes. “I certainly hope these do. It’s getting to the point where I can hardly get up and