Page 52 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“You know, for the first time in a long time, everything feels very, very right.”

Huh.

“Hey! Where are you going with her? Stafford! Put her down!”

Witches and wizards.

That was Kiesha.

“I’m taking her home,” Stafford replied. “Where she’s meant to be.” They came to a sudden stop.

Urgh, she wasn’t sure about this mode of transport. The blood was rushing to her head and her stomach was queasy.

“Kiesha, get out of my way,” Stafford ordered.

“No. Put my new friend down. Do it or I’m going to have to find my Taser.”

A Taser?

“Um, Kiesha, I don’t think a Taser is necessary,” she said nervously. Kiesha did know that he had a hold of Blakely, right? If she Tasered Stafford, he’d likely drop her.

And Blakely really didn’t want to be dropped from this height.

Plus, she didn’t actually want him to get Tasered. That sounded like it would hurt.

“It is if he doesn’t drop you,” Kiesha replied.

“Kiesha, why did you run out like that without me?”

Oh, thank goodness. Harry was here. The voice of reason.

“Because Stafford is trying to kidnap Blakely!” Kiesha cried. “Didn’t you see him pick her up and carry her out of The Wishing Well? He threatened to cut Aiden’s hand off! So I rushed out after them and told him to put her down and he’s refusing. I’m going to go get my Taser.”

Well, he didn’t quite threaten to cut Aiden’s hand off.

She waited for Harry to talk Kiesha down.

“What? You’re Stafford?” Harry asked.

“I am,” Stafford replied coolly. “Both of you need to get out of my way.”

“No, you need to put Blakely down before I let Kiesha go find her Taser,” Harry told him in a low voice.

He . . . what? She’d expected Harry to de-escalate this! Not encourage Kiesha and her Tasering.

“Yes! See! You’re acting crazy, Stafford. Do you want Ed coming out here next?” Kiesha asked.

“I don’t care who comes out next,” Stafford snarled. “Blakely is coming home with me. She is not going back into that bar to get pawed by some asshole.”

“I wasn’t getting pawed!” she protested.

“And Aiden isn’t an asshole. He’s a physiotherapist,” Kiesha explained.

“What does that have to do with him being an asshole?” Stafford asked. “He can be both.”

“He’s not one!” Kiesha said. “He was getting on really well with Blakely, and you ruined it with your caveman routine. You’re her boss, not her boyfriend.”

“Actually, I’m both.”

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