“Well, if you are looking for white you are either a bride, or you are going to the solstice celebrations tomorrow,” he said, a grin appearing on his face, “Which is it?” “Solstice. I was invited, and I am afraid I don’t have any clothes suitable. You are not a fan of the local pagans, I assume?” Ezra’s family didn’t seem to be well-liked so far. “Au contraire, I plan on being there myself and well on my way to a hangover by mid-afternoon,” he said, holding out his hand for her to shake.
