Full Moon in Leo by Brooklyn Ray - Book Tour
Excerpt
Honeycomb littered the counter.
Jesse sprinkled golden shards into the scrub and closed his eyes,
imagining prosperity and hope and truth, the ingredients needed to
solidify the spell, cocooning around each piece of salt. The spell
shifted. Strengthened. Like a lock, the honeycomb sealed everything in
place.
“Will that work?” Cole asked. He crouched next to the reassembled
shelf, scratching idly behind Waffles’ ear.
A smile pulled his mouth upright. “Yeah, it’ll work.”
“What happens now?”
“We package everything, tie a pretty bow around the jars, and put them
out. Here, I’ll show you how to shelve product. Use the wooden spoons
and scoop the salt into the jar. Fill it to…right about”—Jesse tapped
the jar an inch below the top—“there.”
Cole followed directions easily. Every movement was slow, deliberate
and precise, mirroring Jesse as best he could. Once they’d finished,
Jesse showed him how to tie a bow around the lid with thin-cut
burlap.
“I’m not great at this,” Cole said through a grimace, fiddling with a
sad, droopy bow.
“Don’t think too much.” Jesse batted his hands away and undid the bow,
retying it with practiced ease. “If you try to make it perfect it’ll
look forced and…” He smoothed out the burlap, tipping his head back and
forth as he searched for the right words. “Disingenuous. I mean, that’s
pretty solid advice around here. Magic is messy and weird, but it’s
honest. It never tries to be something it isn’t. Same with candle making
and bath bombs and everything else. Don’t dwell on making your gift wrap
look exactly like mine, just do your best to make it pretty.”
“I don’t exactly know how to make things pretty, Jesse.”
Jesse tied a bow, a little crooked, but good enough. He untied it again
and handed the burlap to Cole. “Try again.” Cole held the ribbon so
tight his hands quivered. Jesse could almost feel it—bones apprehended,
too tense and strained to do any good. “Okay, hold on. You’re, like,
ridiculously tense.” He heaved a sigh. “Can I try something?”
Cole’s flighty gaze swept to Jesse’s face. “Something?”
Jesse pushed the packaged jars aside and placed the stone bowl on the
counter between them. He glanced over one shoulder. Then the other.
There. He snatched the water bottle. “Can I see your hands?”
Cole didn’t move at first. His jaw flexed. Caution flared behind his
eyes. Jesse waited, nodding from his open palm, dangling over the bowl,
to Cole’s, twitching on the counter. His hesitation remained, even as he
unbuttoned his cuffs and let Jesse take his hand.
Carefully, Jesse smoothed the leftover salt scrub over Cole’s knuckles,
pulled one hand closer and pressed his thumbs to the center of Cole’s
palm. Like this, guarded and entirely human, Cole gentled. His shoulders
relaxed. Tension drained from his fingertips. Jesse focused on his
hands, each one, pushing and kneading while Cole stood entirely too
still, attention fixed on him.
The apothecary went quiet. Sometimes pressing trust through skin held
more power than smiles or stories. As he worked the salt into Cole’s
calloused hands, Jesse realized he probably hadn’t been touched this
tenderly in a long, long time.
“Do these mean anything?” Jesse traced the edge of the koi fish tattoo
on his left hand. Laced their fingers. Squeezed.
Cole’s throat bobbed when he swallowed. “Apparently they bring good
fortune. Figured I could use some of that.”
“And this one?” He took Cole’s other hand, touched the wolf on his
forearm, then went back to massaging the base of his fingers.
“I’ve been a lone wolf since I was young.”
“Wolves usually run in packs, right?”
“Usually,” Cole said, voice hushed and low.
Jesse wanted to read his palm. He wanted to map Cole’s past and future,
find where his heart line met his destiny, just to test the universe. Is
this a coincidence, he wanted to ask. Is there even such thing? He
poured water over Cole’s hands and washed the scrub away.
“Better?”
Cole wrung his hands. “Yeah, much better.”
“Try again.”
This time, Cole’s hands moved fluidly, pulling a pretty bow into place.
He smiled at the jar. Pride looked good on him. “Did you cast a spell on
me?” he asked, grinning.
Jesse’s stomach fluttered. Don’t blush. He aimed his laughter at the
ceiling and shook his head. Don’t you dare. “Not yet.” He reached for
the keys in the drawer below the cash wrap and twirled them around his
finger. “See you tomorrow?”
Cole’s brows twitched and his lips parted, but he cleared his throat
and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Jesse wanted to ask him what he’d planned to say—what he wanted to say.
“Goodnight, Cole.”
Cole knelt to pet Waffles before he shrugged on his jacket. He tossed a
smile over his shoulder, footsteps crunching through snow on the
sidewalk.
Jesse let out a deep breath. He glanced at Waffles, who sat on her
haunches, staring back at him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered, and rolled leftover salt
between his fingers.
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