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Did I really think the sexy incubus was working with my parents? Probably not. But I couldn’t be too careful.

“I changed my mind. I’m going over to my friend’s place,” I announced.

Griselda and I were only supposed to meet to go out later, but she’d understand if I showed up at The Witch’s Brew early. It was the only way I could think of to get some privacy. My wards might not keep the incubus out, but hers would.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“You’re not invited.” I wiped up the last of the yolk with my buttered toast, then downed the rest of the orange juice. I turned to him. “Can you please show me the magic bonds again?”

He shrugged, and the air around him shimmered before the silvery gossamer appeared on his body. I reached across the table to touch the thin threads around his wrist.

They were most definitely connected to my body, and the magic felt like mine. I wasn’t as strong as Griselda or Lily, but I could recognize my own magic.

Just the minor act of touching him was enough to send shivers up my spine and wake up my libido. This was dangerous if I wanted to get any work done today. I released his arm hastily.

With his food done, Prax put his plate in the dishwasher and then grabbed the pot from the coffee maker. “I found this, but no coffee.”

“My friend owns a coffee shop. I’ll grab something there.”

“Ah, perfect. You still haven’t answered my question, though: coffee? Tea? Or me?”

Chapter 6

Prax

She did not choosethe me. I had to admit that the line was very silly, but it made her smile, so it was worth it.

All eyes were on me as we walked into The Witch’s Brew. It was probably my magnetic presence, though I knew I looked dashing in my cowboy outfit, complete with a lasso. Something about the hat perched at the perfect angle always made women cream themselves. Or maybe it was the boots with the spurs. I couldn’tbelieve I’d missed out on the Wild West! I would’ve had so much fun.

A lady double-fisting a couple of foamy concoctions openly gaped at me, and a pair of college girls tittered.

Sorry, ladies, I’m taken. For now.

My sexy cowgirl walked slightly ahead of me, making a beeline straight for the coffee shop’s counter. She’d changed into a pair of dark skinny jeans that hugged her hips, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She wasn’t voluptuous like the women I usually gravitated to for a romp in the hay, but she moved in her body like she owned it, and that was sexier than anything.

“Penny! I thought we were meeting later,” the redhead behind the counter called out.

This must be Griselda. There was a sign on the wall explaining how she’d failed at witchcraft but brewed a mean cuppa joe. A large photo in a gold filigree frame showed what the shop had looked like a decade ago. It once had a sign for tarot readings out front and no mention of coffee anywhere.

Now, it was a modern café, the kind where you paid at the counter and sat down to watch all the people go by. It was filled with knickknacks and eccentric decor that told me this witch, regardless of her expertise, was the type that recharged her magic with items and artifacts.

She looked over Penny’s head and fixed me with a look. “Who’s your friend?”

“He’s not my friend. In fact, that’s why I’m here. I need some privacy. Can I hang out in your apartment for a while?”

“Hey now, Penny. Honey. Baby. You don’t really want to get rid of me, do you?”

The two women ignored me.

“What’s wrong with the wards at your place?”

“Don’t work on him. It’s a long story. That’s why I wanted to talk in person.”

“Okay, gimme a sec.” Griselda turned to the college kid who was helping her behind the counter. “I’ll be right back, Nick.”

She came around the counter, glaring daggers at me as she hooked elbows with Penny.

“Thanks for breakfast, Prax.” The little minx blew a kiss at me and winked.

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