CHAPTER TWO
Tidewater Inn
Town of Mystic Bay
West Haven, Oregon
Robin~
“Their auras don’t mesh.” Sully turned his back on the one-way mirror that overlooked the Tidewater Inn’s dining room. “Not in the least.” His broad handsome face registered his disgust.
Out of respect for her preferences, Robin’s widowed brother-in-law Gordon had dressed in a trim navy blazer and gray pants for his visit to her home. His customers would not have recognized the unkempt skipper of the Nightingale in this dapper gentleman with neatly cut gray hair and a pointed beard.
She and Sully were in her private sitting room. Claudia Peterson and Kevin Spicer were seated at her best table. Claudia looked bored. Kevin’s aura shimmered with strange energy. As suddenly as if she had flipped a switch, Claudia’s aura completely disappeared. The sorceress’ half-smile did not waver, but she put her hand in her lap and rubbed it under cover of the tablecloth.
“Did you see that?” Robin demanded of Sully.
Sully was once again peering into her mirror. “Yup. She shut young Spicer out as slick as a seal. Wonder what that young rascal did?”
Robin shook her head. “I have no idea. But judging from his aura, it isn’t really seduction he has in mind. He’s not attracted to her that way.”
Sully made a guttural noise in his throat. “He wants something, but I can’t figure out what. Know what I think? That nasty little low-rent wizard tried a hypnotic spell on her. Not a gentlemanly way to behave on a first date.”
“No, it isn’t, is it? Good thing she isn’t any more interested in him than he is in her.” Robin took another look. “That’s one less thing for us to worry about. It’s probably best if Spicer is out of the picture before Ryan Rutherford gets here. Hunters don’t share.”
“Damn straight they don’t.” Sully’s neat beard jutted. “Any more than sorcerers do. You’re sure Ryan Rutherford’s the one?”
“Positive. If you had seen their auras in the same room, as I did at Adam Rutherford’s wedding, you would be certain too.”
“And yet Claudia ran off and got knocked up by another cougar?” Sully commented skeptically.
“Anyone can mistake their heart, Gordon. If Ryan had met Claudia before his cousin did, things would have turned out differently.”
“Being in the same room wasn’t enough of a meeting?” Sully raised his eyebrows.
“It was a big wedding reception. Claudia was tidying the buffet table. Ryan was giving the best man’s speech. The room had two hundred other people in it. They didn’t even make eye contact.” Robin returned her attention to Claudia and Kevin. “Spicer is still trying, but she isn’t even fazed. See for yourself.”
Sully chuckled. “Told you she was powerful. Talent detector, my left foot.” He put both arms around Robin’s waist and kissed the back of her bare neck. “When are you going to make an honest man of me, sweetheart?”
A shiver ran through her entire body at his touch. “If I married you, Gordon, one of us would have to resign from the town council.”
“Probably,” he growled. “But I’m too old for all this skulking around. Gale has been gone for twenty years, don’t you think that’s long enough?”
It had indeed been twenty years since Robin’s only sister had opted to remove herself from the mortal plane. Nightingale had sailed west, as the Fae put it, leaving her husband inconsolable. Robin allowed herself to relax against Sully’s broad chest. Pleasant electricity energized her whole body.
“I’m not ready for marriage,” she admitted.
His arms tightened. “I should cut you off,” he said into her hair.
She felt herself blush. This was one of the reasons she believed marriage was probably a bad idea. Gordon Sullivan was the only person she knew who could disrupt her composure. Fairies weren’t supposed to tingle just because a man desired them. Nor lose their poise when kissed. “Give me time.”
Sully kissed her hair, but his arms didn’t loosen. “Do you think that son of a witch knows about Claudia’s talent?”
Robin gathered the thoughts Sully’s kisses had scattered. “I don’t see how he could. Her family knows better than to gossip about her power.”
Sully cleared his throat. “Half the council knows. Which means half the island does too. It’s an open secret. The Spicers are all hypo talents. Most of them are more powerful than Kevin. For years I’ve been watching them use their talents to winkle people’s secrets out. Kevin doesn’t get his underhanded ways anyplace strange.”
“I’m surprised you put up with that,” Robin said. She was. Her lover was an upright man who kept firm control of all the sorcerers on the island of West Haven.
“It’s one thing to know they’re dishonest, it’s quite another to be able to prove it,” he admitted. “And the Spicers are only summer people,” he added dismissively.
Like many resort communities, West Haven had a strict caste system. At the bottom, barely worthy of thought, were the tourists who came for a day or a week. Summer people who owned land and cottages came next. They were given tolerant respect because they paid stiff property taxes, but were kept out of the real life of the island. Year-rounders ran things. The Mystic Bay Town Council which made the rules and regulations, both written and unwritten, for the entire island was composed entirely of permanent residents.
“Kevin has set up a business on Main Street,” Robin said thoughtfully. “That makes him a year-rounder.”
Sully made another rude noise. “Maybe when he’s been here a decade or two. But don’t you worry about that sneaky wizardling. Between us, we sorcerers can handle the Spicers.”
“I hope you’re right.”
His arms tightened reassuringly. “If necessary, I’ll have a word with Kevin myself. Believe me, I can sort that youngster into two piles.”
Robin believed Sully. He was a very powerful weather worker, and like her, he could see auras. That was what made him such a terrific matchmaker. But matchmaking was only a side effect of his talent. He was able to manipulate the auras he observed. If necessary, he could turn Kevin Spicer from a two-watt sorcerer into a zero-watt non-sensitive.
She went back to observing Kevin and Claudia’s first date.