Keeper of Enchanted Rooms(102)

Sure enough, a narrow path marked by trampled grass and goosefoot wound behind the house and westward. How often had Merritt walked this way since her departure? She followed it, rubbing her hands together, though it was more anticipation than the weather that chilled her fingers. The sun encouraged her, leaving a warm spot on the side of her head. A whimbrel called nearby.

She’d been walking about a quarter hour when she saw him near a weeping cherry, staring toward Connecticut with his arms folded and hair loose as always, wearing his coat, though by the fit of it, she could tell it was unbuttoned. The crunching of grass hardly made her approach quiet, but Merritt must have been lost in thought, for he turned around only when she was roughly six paces from him. His eyes, blue as the deepest parts of the bay, widened slightly, and his jaw went lax. “Hulda. I . . . wasn’t expecting you.”

She stopped at a good four-pace distance and lifted her nose. “You invite me to return and then say you weren’t expecting me?”

The corner of his lip twitched. “You have me there.” He reached into his vest pocket to pull out his watch, checking it. “The mail was much more timely than I gave it credit for. I was not expecting you to receive said invitation for another two days.”

She shrugged. “I was in Massachusetts, not France.”

“I ate an apple once that looked suspiciously like France.” Returning the watch, he closed the distance between them by two paces. Hulda’s heartbeat echoed in her ears. “Did you . . . like the book?”

She pressed her thumb into her palm. “I admit I haven’t finished it yet.”

“Oh?”

“I was rather distracted by a scene that did not fit the narrative in the slightest.”

Merritt glanced down and pinched the watch chain between his fingers. “And what did you think of it?”

“Competence is a very apt name. I would have preferred it over Hulda, as a child.”

He met her eyes again. “Truly?”

She tilted her head to one side. “It would have given me something to aspire to.”

The half smile that formed on his face was mesmerizing. “I hardly think you needed encouragement.”

She drew in a steadying breath. “Unfortunately, I often need encouragement.”

He took another step, leaving a single pace between them. “Is that so?”

She nodded. Swallowed. Glanced at his lips.

When Merritt took another step, her pulse resonated down to her knees. He took her hand, driving back the chill there. “And what did you think of the rest?” His voice lowered to just above a whisper.

Her cheeks flushed, which didn’t surprise her in the least. “I liked it very much.”

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers. Closing her eyes, Hulda relished the weight of it. The warmth wafting off him, enveloping her with spring when she was surrounded by winter.

He squeezed her hand. She heard him smile when he asked, “Do you need more encouragement?”

Opening her eyes, she met his penetrating gaze. Held it for several seconds. “No.”

Tilting her head, she inched forward enough to brush her lips against his. Her nerves exploded like a flock of sparrows taking flight. Merritt’s free hand came up to cup her jaw and pull her a little closer, enough to truly, softly, and blissfully kiss her.

In that moment, despite the patterns of light dancing across her eyelids, she pushed her augury away.

She didn’t need magic to see a bright and joyous future for the both of them.





ACKNOWLEDGMENTS


Well. This was a wild ride.

And wild rides come with safety bars and seat belts, and I have a lot of metaphorical safety bars and seat belts to thank for this!

He’s always first, so don’t be surprised—thank you to my spouse and partner in crime, Jordan Holmberg. Books wouldn’t happen without you. Thank you for supporting me and our babies, for being a sounding board, an alpha reader, and an enthusiast. Love you a million.

Many thanks to my agent, Marlene, even though she made me do another BIG edit on this book. This thing has been through so. Many. Edits. But it’s better for it in the long run. And thank you to Jeff Wheeler, who helped me with said BIG edit. You are wise and smart and kind.

Thank you to my early readers! Tricia Levenseller, Rachel Maltby, and my podcast cohost, Caitlyn McFarland. Y’all don’t realize the absolute word sludge they have to suffer through. And I cannot forget Whitney Hanks and Leah O’Neill, who are the speediest beta readers ever and wield fine-tooth combs like swords.

Many thanks to the team that makes my manuscripts readable, including Adrienne Procaccini, Angela Polidoro, Karah Nichols, Laura P., Ariel, and all the copyeditors/proofreaders/cold readers/designers who go unsung year after year.

Huge thank-you to my readers. You are the air in my flotation device and the yeast in my bread. I owe you guys so much.

Lastly, many hosannas to God in Heaven, who tolerates me and guides me through all my stories, literal and not.

Cheers.





ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Charlie N. Holmberg is a Wall Street Journal and Amazon Charts bestselling author of fantasy and romance fiction, including the Paper Magician series and the Numina Trilogy. She is published in more than twenty languages, has been a finalist for a RITA Award and multiple Whitney Awards, and won the 2020 Whitney Award for Novel of the Year: Adult Fiction. Born in Salt Lake City, Charlie was raised a Trekkie alongside three sisters who also have boy names. She is a proud BYU alumna, plays the ukulele, and owns too many pairs of glasses. She currently lives with her family in Utah. Visit her at www.charlienholmberg.com.