Page 3 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

It’s disgusting.

But, I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder.

Mated.

Imagine that.

I shake my head, trying real hard not to inhale, because let me tell you—that pile of dog shit is still waging chemical warfare on my nostrils.

Finally, Dad Bod McMistress exits the house of ill repute, looking entirely too pleased with himself for a man who just cheated on a Witch.

I mean, really? That’s how you end up as a toad. Or a smoking crater.

I follow at a safe distance, hugging the shadows.

He lives close enough that I don’t bother with my truck. I’ll circle back for it once I’m done playing sneak-and-snoop.

Idiot is shitting where he eats, or rather, fucking someone else way too close to his own home.

At least the guy has the basic decency to swing by the local bodega for a bouquet of half-wilted roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

A guilt offering for his magical wife, no doubt.

Another spoiler alert: it’s not gonna help.

I watch them reunite. Him laying it on thick, her wrapping stiff arms around him like she’s hugging a tax deduction.

Yeah, that’s gonna be a fun conversation later.

Satisfied I’ve got what I need, I head back to my ride, the smell of betrayal, and possibly dog crap, still clinging to my clothes.

About ten minutes later, my phone lights up.

Esmerelda Goyle, my client.

Cue the dramatics.

“Well? Was he with someone?” Her voice is muffled, breathy.

I picture her pacing, probably clutching a black tourmaline crystal in one hand and a bottle of merlot in the other.

I hesitate for a millisecond. Not because I’m squeamish, but because I know this’ll sting.

Still, she paid for the truth, and in this business, truth ain’t always pretty.

“I tailed Mr. Goyle from his office on Park Avenue to a secondary residence where, unfortunately, your suspicions were confirmed.”

There’s a pregnant pause.

“That louse! That bastard!”

Ah, the classics.

Insults like that never go out of style. And really, I can’t say I blame her.

This is why I don’t get involved. I am a one and done deal kinda Wolf.

No relationships.

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