He glanced at the pieces of clothing she had lying around with a raised eyebrow. A blue shirt was draped over the back of a chair. A pair of jeans lay wadded up in the corner. She remembered how spotless his room was. Though from Thomas she’d expect no less. At least she hadn’t left any of her underwear wadded up on the floor.

“No one ever said I was tidy.” She shrugged and handed him a cup. “Voilà.”

He took a sip, grimaced and set the cup on the table.

Isabelle sank into a chair across from him. “Mmmm…I love a man secure enough in his masculinity to drink a cup of tea. It’s so sexy.”

Thomas picked the cup back up again and leaned against the couch. Isabelle hid a smile.

“You did a fantastic job at the warehouse, Isabelle. It took a lot of courage to tap the moisture in the room. I know what it cost you. I don’t regret asking you in to help out the Coven.”

“Well, I’m glad you think I did a good job, but my agenda isn’t the Coven’s agenda, it’s my own. They just happen to coincide in this case.” She took a sip of the tea. “So don’t go offering me a job or anything. I won’t accept.”

He held up a hand. “Wasn’t going to. You’ve got a career already. You’re a travel writer, right?”

“Yes. Although I wouldn’t call it a career, more like just an excuse to take trips.”

She didn’t have to work for money. It was the one way Catalina seemed to show she cared about her daughters, though dollar bills were a cold substitute for motherly love.

“I never travel unless it’s on Coven business.”

“What? You never get vacations?”

Thomas shrugged.

“Oh, I get it. You just don’t take vacations.”

“Not usually.”

He rested his feet on the coffee table in front of him, slumped in his chair and let out a deep groan of relaxation that Isabelle felt all through her body. Thomas rolled his head lazily. “So, tell me about some of the places you’ve been.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “Eqypt, Tibet, India, Australia, Russia. I’ve been just about everywhere.”

“What country do you like best?”

“That’s like asking a parent to pick their favorite child. All countries have different good points, depending on what time of the year it is.” She paused, thinking. “I don’t know. I would have a different answer to this question every single day.”

“So what’s your answer today?”