Sunsets & Seduction. Tawny Weber

      “They aren’t predicting the power’ll be back on until sometime tomorrow, so I had to use these cold cuts and salads before they went bad. Lydia had the idea to throw a blackout party for people around the neighborhood.”

      “Clever,” Tessa said.

      “Good to see you, too, Jonas. Wondered where you had gotten to, and was sorry to hear about your eyesight. Rotten break, but it’s supposed to come back, right?” Scott asked, and Tessa saw Jonas straighten uncomfortably, nodding.

      “Yes, that’s what they’re saying,” Jonas confirmed briefly.

      Tessa frowned. She should have told her friend Lydia to keep their previous conversation about Jonas private, but it was too late now.

      “Come on in and have a sandwich or something. It’s turned into a pretty good time,” Scott said, picking up his cooler again.

      “We just came from dinner, so—” Tessa started, but then Lydia appeared in her doorway, clapping excitedly.

      “You’re back, and you’re okay! I’m so relieved. I went over to get you for the party, and the place was all closed up. I wondered where you’d got to,” she said, and then smiling, noticed Jonas. “But now I can see you had other things to do.”

      Tessa rolled her eyes at her friend’s unrestrained glee at seeing her with Jonas.

      “We’re really beat, Lydia,” Tessa tried to beg off, but Lydia wasn’t hearing any of it, and linked her arm through Jonas’s, standing up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

      She looked at Tessa and made a silent mime that Tessa could not quite decipher. She probably wanted all the details about her night with Jonas, knowing Lydia. Tessa nodded, letting her friend know she would catch up with her later.

      Even Jonas’s surly demeanor cracked at Lydia’s happy welcome, and he offered her a kiss back.

      Tessa knew he’d always enjoyed Lydia’s visits, the two of them quipping and harassing each other like siblings.

      Lydia didn’t have any family, and Jonas didn’t have any sisters. Tessa figured her friend enjoyed the brotherly back-and-forth she had developed with Jonas, and it gave Tessa yet another perspective on him, playing the big brother. She wondered what he was like with his own brothers, and hoped she’d have a chance to see them all together someday soon. If Jonas was interested in seeing her.

      “Come on, it’ll be fun.” Scott led the way. “You can take some food for later.”

      Tessa laughed at her friend’s insistence on pushing off his extra food and followed. Inside, she was greeted by several other business owners in the neighborhood as well as a few of the residential neighbors as music blasted from a speaker in the corner where someone had set up an iPod and food was set out everywhere.

      Never one to miss a business opportunity, Lydia was also offering Blackout Special henna tats until the lights came back on.

      “I have an opening. How about you let me paint you?” Lydia said to Tessa, catching Tessa staring at the sale sign on one of the food tables.

      “No, thank you,” she said.

      “Jonas, don’t you think Tessa should get a tat? I could do something very personal, and very tasteful … something only special people could see,” Lydia said mischievously, and Tessa felt her cheeks heat.

      “Lydia—” she warned.

      “I think it could be fun,” he said, surprising both women. “You game?” he asked Tessa.

      “It’s only henna,” Lydia cajoled.

      Tessa took good care of her skin. It was an important part of her business to show how well her products worked, but also to care for her health. She didn’t sit in the sun for long periods of time and with no disrespect to her friend, had no interest in permanent ink. Still, she was feeling daring, and a temporary henna tat would be fun.

      “Okay, why not?” she said. “I’ll pick out yours, and you can tell Lydia what you want for me. We don’t get to see until it’s done.”

      Jonas looked slightly apprehensive. “No fair. I’m blind. I could end up walking around with who knows what on my forehead.”

      Tessa leaned in, feeling mischievous and whispered in his ear, “It wasn’t your forehead I was thinking about,” she teased, and then added, “I guess you’ll have to trust me.”

      “Okay. I can do that,” he said, and she knew they were talking to each other about far more than a tattoo.

      “Actually, I think I have the perfect idea for both of you,” Lydia said, and led them to the corner where she proceeded to sit them both down before her in comfortable chairs, and then grabbed a scarf from the shelf.

      “Hey, what are you doing?” Tessa objected at first, as Lydia started to tie it around her eyes.

      “It’s supposed to be a surprise, right?”

      “Lydia …”

      “Trust me, Tessa.”

      Tessa sighed. It seemed to be the theme of her life at the moment, and she did trust Lydia, who winked at her as she tied the scarf around her face.

      “This won’t take long. It’s a simple scroll, but it will work very well.”

      They listened to the music and conversations behind them then as Lydia worked, and Tessa laughed a few times, her palm tickling as Lydia painted there, and then turned her hand over, continuing.

      “Um. I thought this would be small.”

      “It comes off in four to six weeks, Tessa. But you’re going to like it, I promise.”

      Then she left Tessa to work on Jonas who was so quiet she thought maybe he had fallen asleep.

      “There. Done!” Lydia pronounced, and Tessa wasn’t sure she wanted to open her eyes, but when she did, she caught her breath in pleasure at the delicate scarlet-and-black scrolling that weaved its way around her hand and fingers, to the center of her palm, where it ended in a starburst.

      She looked over to see Jonas grimacing. “Tell me she didn’t paint flowers or kittens on my arms, please,” he said.

      Lydia snickered.

      Tessa took his arm, and knew immediately what Lydia had done, and she glanced up, meeting her friend’s eyes.

      Lydia shrugged. “It seemed right. You two fit,” she said, echoing what Tessa had told Jonas earlier.

      His was similar, but heavier, more manly, and also worked around his fingers, wrist and palm.

      “You, uh, need to hold hands to really see how it comes together. It’s a concept I developed while I was designing. You are the first ones I’ve tried it on. I call this one Completion.”

      Jonas shrugged and held out his hand, obviously disappointed that he couldn’t see his. Tessa took it, and caught her breath. As their fingers wove together, their palms merging, so did the design. The scrolls connected into an intricate weave that created an entirely new design.

      “Lydia, that’s amazing …” Tessa breathed, and tried to explain it to Jonas, though she felt as if she couldn’t do it justice. She wished so much he could see it, and said as much.

      “Well, like I said, they last several weeks. And you said you had some signs your vision was coming back?” she asked Jonas.

      “Yes.”

      “And you figure you’ll be around in a few weeks?” Lydia asked baldly, to Tessa’s horror.

      He smiled. “Yeah, I hope so.”

      That made Tessa’s heart stop.

      “So there you go then.” Lydia cleared her throat as they stood there, holding hands. “Okay, I’m