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Opening Dragon’s Den had been a long time dream. More than a New Age store, Rachael called it "New Spirituality", a place to meet, learn, and find support in a safe, loving environment. It would be a warm, spiritual fuzzy where you could buy supplies. The Goddess provided the finances through the state lottery and a dart revealed the location. The move back to Northern Michigan went well. The building she had foreseen had been quickly found and leased with an option to buy. All the resources she needed seem to fall into her path. In less than a month, the renovations had been completed.
He tilted his head upward, revealing the auburn stubble on his chin. "It’s difficult to explain. The house’s not safe because their fanatical church keeps trying to burn it down."
The house seemed to call her; it was lonely. She picked up the keys, but felt reluctant to turn them over to their rightful owner. It wasn’t fair. They wanted to destroy it; he refused to live in it. It would be a perfect home for her and her feline kids. Looking up at the figure in the saddle, she hesitated. The keys were warm and comfortable in her hand.
His hands still holding the bridle, he turned to face her. "Seems so. How ’bout you?"
He gently clasped her hand and brought it to his lips, carefully wiping away the blood first. "I’m Kevin Mitchellson."
Finishing, she stood in the middle of the room. It was a little odd shaped, yet pleasing to the eye. It would take finesse and creativity to work around the L-shaped wall with the sloping ceiling. The wall seemed to be an afterthought or a sudden extension to the room. It gave it character. The dresser in that corner fit so well she might keep it and refinish it to match her own furniture. The bed she wasn't to sure about. The four-poster was too dark for the room and filled most of one wall. Testing the mattress, she found it soft and comfortably inviting. She resisted the temptation to lay down on it. Besides, she liked the warm hug of her own bed.
Rachael didn't think she could possibly dislike the woman more; she was wrong. Crossing the yard, she retrieved her purse. "Wrong. He went to get his car. But it'll take longer, since you injured his horse."