The Witch's Seduction. Elle James

flowed through her body and out the tip of her finger into the little ivy. Like a desert eager for water, the vines stiffened, each leaf fluttering, reaching for the light. A small measure of peace washed over Deme. “Thanks, I needed that.”

      Deme grabbed a towel from the linen closet and tossed it over the shower rod. The sense of peace didn’t last long. As soon as she moved away from the ivy, thoughts of Cal pushed back into her mind.

      She should have known better than to let a man beneath her skin, especially this man. She’d done it before with Cal and walked away–all the way to St. Croix in the Virgin Islands. Back then it had been one of the hardest things she’d ever done. This time she couldn’t completely walk away.