Jackson found the other three in the kitchen. "Morning all." They sat around the center island and had obviously eaten breakfast together.
Sarah chirped, "There's a frittata here. I can heat some up for you."
"No thanks, just coffee." He stepped behind Elisabeth's stool, placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed the top of her head.
She turned to him. "We've been talking about the full moon."
"Wow. Sorry I missed that. Anything I should know?"
"Yes, we've decided I will be spending the night in your five-star dungeon."
"Really?" He searched her eyes.
"Yes, you have a right to see me in wolf form."
Her voice held resolve, but a hint of worry sat on her brow, so he hugged her. "You won't regret this."
"I hope not."
Sarah broke in, "Elisabeth has been telling us about your visit to New Orleans, as well."
"Oh, good. That I'm glad I missed. Has the inquisition ended?" Sarah smiled sarcastically.
Connor laughed, stood and kissed Sarah. "I have court; I'll see you around three."
"I'll be here decorating."
They had accomplished quite a bit the previous day, and Sarah felt comfortable about being away for the next two days. Connor insisted if they were visiting Vermont, they would spend two days there. Elisabeth and Jackson had already carved half the pumpkins, so were confident they would finish in time.
"Sarah, is there something else you want us to do while you're here? We can finish the pumpkins after you leave."
"No, we're in good shape. I only have to make the pies, but won't do that till we get back."
Jackson and Elisabeth resumed carving. Once Sarah left the room, Jackson asked, "What made you decide to stay?"
"I thought about what you said, and you're right. Please promise me you will be extra careful, though?"
"I will. How much did you tell Sarah about our trip?"
"Not about the blood. I feel like that should stay between us."
"Good, I agree."
"I just told her about the soul-mate thing, and protection. She seemed appeased."
"You're very good at handling her, thank you."
"We haven't discussed our trip. How are you feeling about all that happened?"
Jackson brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. "I didn't need a witch to tell me you are the love of my life. I already knew that."
She leaned into him. "Me too, but what about the higher purpose? That has me a little rattled."
"Rattled, why?"
"I'm not sure. I feel sort of responsible for something, yet I don't even know what it is. Does that make any sense?"
He brought his index finger to his lips. "Hmm... yeah. It's not like we can do anything about it, though. Like Sam said, we will have to wait and see what transpires."