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broadened. “You embarrass easily when you’re sober Flor, it looks good on you.”
    “ They look good on me, you mean?” She looked down at herself and wondered if Julian had some sort of pastry fetish he wasn’t telling her about.
    “Not the pajamas, the blush.”
    “Oh.” Right on cue her face heated.
    He rolled his eyes and sat down at the foot of the bed. The mattress lowered under his weight, pitching her toward him. She caught herself from falling face first into his lap with her hands. On his thighs. At this point Flora could feel her pinky toes blush. Gods, I need to get a hold on myself. I am a Hamilton. I don’t cower and I certainly don’t become a pile of silly girl goo in the presence of a hot angel. Julian extracted her hands from his legs and gently pushed her back to the other end of the bed. She noted his complexion was also more red than usual.
    Suddenly, he was all business. “Can you conjure food? If you can’t, I can go into town and get you something to eat. It’s a couple hours walk, though.”
    She shook her head. “I can change clothing. Fauna’s the one that’s good with food. We always joked that together we’d make one damn fine witch.”
    “August and I had the same joke.” He nodded. “Okay then,” he stood up. “You’ll be completely safe here--”
    “I’m sure I would,” Flora stood too, “but I’m totally coming with you. If you’ll just point me to the bathroom, I’ll be ready to go in a jif.”
    Julian walked over to the window and pointed outside. She went over to see what he was pointing at. Down below in the yard there stood a wooden building with a moon cut-out on the door and a water pump beside it. Oh, hell no.
    “Oh, hell yes,” Julian said, reading her shocked expression.
     
     
     
    They set off on the gravel road in the opposite direction than they’d travelled the day before, toward town. “Now don’t get too excited about our destination,” Julian teased. “There isn’t a mall or anything.”
    “Please,” Flora said, rolling her hazel colored eyes. “Like I need a mall.” She reached out and changed the color of his shirt from white and black check to pink and lavender houndstooth. She giggled.
    Julian shrugged, pretending to be pleased with her fashion choices even if they did make him feel less than manly. He’d made her smile and that was nice to see.
    She reached out to him again and changed the shirt back, giving him a once over. “Pastels aren’t for you. You’re more of a classic.”
    If she only knew how classic . “The color of your sweater matches your eyes,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. Gods, Flora was going to be dead in two days, he did not need to be noticing the color of her eyes. It was this place, being home again. Being around a woman he found attractive. Not having been with a woman in over a decade.
    “It does.” She seemed confused. “Do you, uh, like it?”
    He couldn’t even pay her a compliment properly she had him so flustered. “I do.” Julian shut up for a while after that, matching his pace to hers, taking in the familiar scenery of his childhood.
    The Outer Territory was a beautiful, stark place. Golden fields as far as the eye could see, set against a clear blue sky. Every now and then a sparse grove of Elm trees. It was a clean, solitary landscape.
    “It’s prettier here than I thought it would be,” Flora said, gazing across the field to her left. “Is there water over there?” She pointed to a stand of trees up ahead.
    Julian nodded. “A stream. August and I used to fish it for trout.”
    “Can we go check it out?”
    “If you’re not too hungry. We’re still a little ways from town.”
    She stepped into the field and started walking in the direction of the trees. “I’m fine,” she said over her shoulder.
    He followed her through the tall grass. “Put your hands out,” he said, demonstrating, letting the grass brush against his palms as he walked. She did it