Cecilia hated being touched, and certainly by people she didn't know, but she'd mentally prepared herself for that possibility. If this woman was so convinced she was hallucinating, it had been bound to happen. Neptune stood dutifully behind Cecilia, sniffing the air and wanting to examine the new person as soon as he was given leave. It was not given. Cecilia had been tempted to leave him downstairs until she understood what exactly she was dealing with.
"No, honey, I'm sorry, but I'm not. This is real." She hesitated, ready for just about anything. She lifted the mug lamely. "I forgot to ask how you take it."