Sighing in resignation, Calder shoved her cell phone in the pocket of her old denim shorts and slowly pushed to her feet. His visit wasn’t a surprise. They were mated. Mates did not do well without each other. Although she really didn’t know if leprechauns had the same type of bonding ritual as shifters. What the hell did she really know about the man she’d twined her life with? He was good-looking, richer than Midas, knew how to make a woman come in sixty seconds or less and talked to people who really weren’t there. Not the best trait to be passing on to their future children, but Calder figured she could sweet-talk her godmother into helping with any potential mental illness. Shading her eyes from the bright light of the midday sun, Calder’s extraordinary daysight gave her the ability to make out every inch of his beloved familiar face. Though sunglasses shaded his Fae eyes she could see the tension riding in T-shirt-covered shoulders. Legs braced in V formation against the bumpy ride of the boat, he used both hands to easily control the powerful motor, swiftly closing the distance between them.
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