Chapter 201 Chapter 201
Stepping back, she opened the door wider. “Do we sit inside? Or-or out here on the deck?”
“Inside is fine.” He grinned and tilted his head to the side, “the walk up here was,” he glanced behind him, still feeling like someone might walk up behind him, “a long one.”
Her smile widened, “okay, then yes, please come in and sit down.”
As he moved by her, he noted the hesitant look in her eyes, she was inviting him in, but still wasn’t sure if she should be. Hopefully, the other woman inside would put her at ease, Jesse had a soft spot for timid women. Calum told him it was a weakness, but Jesse had noticed over the past few years that Cal exactly immune to helping them either. Jesse found strong women appealing too, not Aunt Mari kind of strong, but those that had strength they didn’t know they had. That made him think Cal was wrong and it was all women and not just vulnerable that were his weakness.
Jesse’s cat was alert, but calm, which was weirding him out even more sitting inside the house. It was nicer than he’d thought it would be. At some point, this clan had regular contact with the outside world if the ornaments and décor were any indications.
Twice he’d watched Leah go over and crank a handle on the other side of the room. It took a few moments of contemplation to realize it was a power source of some kind. Which made sense when he realized the lights got a little brighter each time she did it.
Leah brought over a teapot, complete with one of those knitted things over it, and set it on the table. “I don’t have milk.” She said fearfully.
“That’s fine. I drink it black.” He assured her. A complete lie, but he didn’t like the way she was shaking. It was fear causing it and he didn’t know why. She was a shifter; she could just use her sense of smell and know he was no threat to her.
With a look of relief, she went over and took two cups out of the cupboard, pausing, she spun back and opened another door, and pulled out two small saucers.
He didn’t know anyone that used saucers and china teacups, not since his grandmother had passed away. Jesse tried to give off vibes of being relaxed, even if he wasn’t completely. He glanced at the closed door down the short hall and wondered if the other woman was in there.
Setting the cups down with a clattered, she clasped her hand in front of her. “I have biscuits.”
He wasn’t sure if it was a question or not. “That would be great.” He smiled at her and was rewarded with a smile that made his cat rub against him. Clearing his throat, he pulled one of the cups closer. “That’s quite the garden out there.”
“Oh,” she came over and set a basket on the table, “I love working in the garden.” She pushed her thick dark auburn hair back from her face, “it’s so satisfying and peaceful.”
He watched her look down at the empty chair across from him, a look of indecision appearing on her face. He tried to think of something else to say to keep her at ease. “So, you rescued Thera?”
She gracefully dropped into the chair, her eyes were wide. “Yes. I had to.” She said quickly as if she was defending her actions. “The cage they had her in was too small, she was so unhappy.” She bit her lip, “we hid in the forest beside that zoo until everyone was gone.” Clasping her hands in her lap, she sat forward further, not taking her eyes off him. “I don’t understand why they’d have her and yet make it so she can’t have babies. Why else would they want her?” Her brow furrowed. “Getting in was hard, but once we were in, we talked to her and got her out.” Her mouth quirked into a small smirk, “Minn had to catch her and persuade her to follow us and not run off or she would end up right back there.” Her shoulders dropped and she sat back, “Aunt Tillie screeched when we brought her back, but I like to think she grew to love her as much as I do before she passed.”
Jesse wanted to ask about Minn but was afraid to confirm his suspicions. He couldn’t be sure, but his gut told him that Minn was her cat. If not hers then another shifter could be stuck in that form. It was rare but did happen. He’d never given his cat a name because, well, he was his cat ,and his cat him.
Leah poured the tea and set the pot back down quickly.
Jesse picked up the cup and took a sip. It wasn’t the tea he’d expected, and he’d been too distracted to smell the bitter herbs that made up the hot liquid. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what he’d call tea. Shae would probably love it, was his next thought. Setting the cup down he watched her, she was holding the cup and staring off, like when you’re in deep thought. His cat let him know it wasn’t just her staring off into space. Rubbing inside him, his animal half was anxious and seemed to be pacing. “Are you all right?” He asked softly.
Setting the cup down, she rubbed the center of her forehead, then blinked slowly, “sorry, I’m just struggling right now.” She offered him a quick smile, “I do want to stay but sometimes…” She closed her eyes and blew out a slow breath.
Jesse’s cat went still. He leaned forward, not sure if he should get up and offer help or…
Leah opened her eyes, “I’m sorry about that.” She grinned, “having a visitor is a bit much to cope with.” Pulling her hair back, she secured it quickly with the thin cord that had been in her pocket.
Quirking one eyebrow up, he tried a shrug and probably failed. “That’s fine.” Her voice was different, not whispers, but calm and confident.
Looking down at the cup, she made a face and pushed it away. “I think I’ll make a coffee.” She got up, “Papa Low stocked us with enough beans that we won’t run out for ten years.” She chuckled.
Leaning back in the chair, feeling like he’d missed something major, he watched her in the kitchen area. There was no cautious movement, no second-guessing at all. She walked over to the crank on the generator and gave it several abrupt turns, not slow and steady like before, but with more power.
“Do you want to drink that?” She looked amused as she motioned to the cup in front of him on her way by. “We’re low on sugar, but if you’d prefer a strong coffee, I’ll make enough for two.”
“Sure.” Jesse felt like someone had smacked him, his head was churning out possibilities of what had happened in the last few moments. He sat silently as she ground the beans in a hand grinder and measured them out into an old metal percolator. Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look more relaxed than he was feeling. His cat was driving him crazy shifting gears constantly. The woman in front of him changed almost as frequently. “When I found the fence on my way up, I saw two cats out for a run,” she didn’t pause as she checked the kettle for water and set it on the small wood stove in the corner. “One was obviously Thera…”
“Thera and Minn.” She shrugged, “she’s not out as much as she’d like to be, but Leah gives into her still all the time.” She leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “If I’m closer I can control Minn more.”
Jesse nodded his head slowly, that’s what he thought. The cat was Minn. Out? Out from where? His mind churned, now he only had to figure out what she was talking about. Closer?
She looked at the table, then spun back to open one of the cupboards, pulling out a jar, she shrugged and then grabbed a knife from the container on the counter and turned. Moving with long strides, she was at the table and set the jar and knife down. “The biscuits are dry without it.”
Jesse looked at the jar and surmised it was some sort of jam.
She rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling for a second then held out her hand, “I just realized I didn’t introduce myself.” She offered him a quick grin, “I’m Evanna.”
Getting up, he took her hand, gave it a quick squeeze, then released it. He wasn’t sure who was more shocked right now, his mind or his cat.