Reagan & Lachlan | Night | Town Circle
Lachlan’s grin widened, if that was at all possible. “I saved my best behaviour for last, if you’d believe it.” She wouldn’t, but that wasn’t the point. Reagan understood Lachlan in a way that very few others did, and it felt freeing to be able to joke with her when most of his conversations were so hedged and serious.
They had danced this dance a hundred times before, literally and figuratively, and Lachlan’s hand easily came to rest at Reagan’s lower back as they moved in time with the music. They lapsed into a comfortable silence for a moment or two, and Lachlan barely registered that she was toying with a lock of his hair, just as the brush of his thumb at her back was mostly unconscious.
Her confession was an echo of his unspoken thoughts, and Lachlan pulled back just slightly so he could take in that lazy grin of hers. “Do you have a Gift of telepathy that you have failed to mention?” he murmured, his voice low with amusement as he sidestepped the question just as easily as each step they took in their dance. There was another moment of companionable silence, but Lachlan knew Reagan would not let him off so easily. “Yes. I did. If Morrie hadn’t come to the Turning, I probably would have written all of this off as a relic from my past. But she did, and that is in part due to you. So thank you.”