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He gave her a look. “No, you’re here to get in the shower with me so I can eat your pussy and then fuck you.”

He slid his arm around her and pulled her into his embrace. “No arguing with me, little witch.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she grinned.

CHAPTER22

Jonah finished watering the plants lined up on the lower shelf and shut off the garden hose. He stepped back, admiring how the plants looked in the light coming through the greenhouse before checking his watch.

Elora would be home soon from work, and he checked on the thin green shoots sprouting from the starter trays before leaving the greenhouse and heading toward the house. He walked briskly in the cold air as fluffy flakes of snow drifted from the overcast sky.

He would take Elora out for dinner tonight, he decided as he let himself in the back door of the kitchen. There was a Thai place he used to go to all the time, and he wanted Elora to try it. Hopefully, she would love it as much as he did.

Is that it? Or are you trying to keep her distracted and out of the house so she doesn’t have time to pack up her stuff? Just like you’ve been doing for the past two weeks.

So what if he was? He liked having Elora and her stuff here. It made his house feel like a home and less like a damn morgue. He washed and dried his hands, cocking his head when he heard an unexpected noise.

“Elora? Is that you?” he called.

“It’s me,” she said, her voice faint but clear. “I’m in the front room.”

He joined her, what felt a little like panic shooting through him when he saw how much of her stuff she’d already packed up.

“What are you doing? I thought you were still at work,” he said.

“It was slow, so Charissa sent me home a little early.” She picked up a spell book and placed it carefully into a plastic tote before crossing the room to grab another pile of books she’d left on the floor.

Jonah immediately pulled the book out of the tote, glancing at it before setting it on the coffee table as Elora turned around. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t have time to pack right now,” he said. “We’re going out for dinner.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, holding onto the books in her hands when he tried to take them from her. “We are?”

“Yes.” He tugged on the books again. “There’s a Thai place I want you to try.”

“Okay, but,” she tried to skirt around him, wrinkling her nose at him when he caught her around the waist and pulled her and her armful of books against him, “I really need to pack first.”

“No, you don’t,” he said. “You’re not working Sunday. You can do it then.”

She laughed. “That’s, like, five days away, and I have a client coming by the apartment tomorrow to do a spell for them. I need my supplies.”

“What client?” Jonah asked.

“I don’t know. He’s new.”

“How did he hear about you?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” he echoed. “Did you ask him?”

“I forgot, but I have, like, ads out, and word of mouth gets me some customers. Jonah, you’re squishing me.”

He loosened his grip. “I don’t want you meeting this person alone.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “I do it all the time.”

“No, I was there with you,” he said.

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