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snake’s eyes or anything like that, if that’s what you mean. I’m sorry.”
    â€œBut you are a witch in a way, right?” Tammy insisted.
    â€œWell, I think your uncle is convinced that I am,” Julie said sweetly.
    â€œLet me finish the introductions,” McCoy interrupted. Still no apology, but he was suddenly determined not to let it go any further. “This impudent little piece of baggage is Tammy Maitland. And my nephew here is Taylor Maitland. We were on our way to Sunday brunch. Care to join us?”
    â€œOh, no, I—” Julie began.
    â€œOh, please!” Tammy insisted.
    â€œI really—”
    â€œPlease? I promise, I won’t ask you anything more about being a witch!”
    Julie gazed at the little girl. What if I told you that your uncle really doesn’t like me? That I spent the majority of a night with him and he still didn’t believe in a single thing I told him?
    â€œPlease, do come,” Brenda insisted. “Of course, I suppose that you have been hounded. Robert was saying that you were lucky you’re not an official, and that you could crawl away to that house of yours up in the mountain. The station was just plagued with phone calls from newspapers and the television stations. Fending off the media is worse than coping with the criminals at times, so my brother tells me. We really won’t plague you. Yes, we will, but just a little.”
    Julie had to laugh. She was surprised then to catch McCoy’s silver gaze upon her. And she was startled by the softness of his voice when he bid her a simple, “Come?”
    Julie shrugged. “I suppose. Artemis will miss my speedy return.”
    â€œWho’s Artemis?” Taylor asked.
    Julie widened her eyes. “Artemis? He’s my cat. My black cat,” she added, smiling as she looked at McCoy. “My familiar, I believe.”
    He groaned. “Shall we go?”
    They went. Julie didn’t need to speak with McCoy as they walked to their cars because Brenda Maitland managed to keep Julie at her side. “You’ll have to forgive my brother. His feelings on this subject are wickedly single-minded. Of course, it is natural, I suppose.” She seemed grave. “After everything that happened.”
    Julie’s curiosity was instantly piqued. “What happened?” she asked.
    But her question came too late. Brenda didn’t hear it. She had stopped to look back. “Where’s Taylor now?”
    â€œUp here with me,” McCoy called. They had reached the church’s small parking lot. “Miss Hatfield, will you ride with us?”
    â€œI have my own car,” Julie said.
    â€œI’ll get you back to it.”
    She hesitated. He hadn’t gotten her back to her car the last time she had seen him. Of course, that hadn’t really been his fault. She’d been so mad that she’d stayed with Petty until he’d been able to drive her to her car.
    â€œBut I—”
    â€œCome on!” He walked to her. His body blocked her from the others. “You’re dangerous on the road, you know.”
    â€œI am not.”
    â€œYou should have seen me coming.”
    â€œYou should have seen me coming.”
    â€œNo, Miss Psychic. You should have seen me coming!”
    â€œOh, no, I’m not going through this—”
    â€œYes, you are. Come on.” He raised his voice. “She’s driving with us.”
    â€œGreat!” Brenda called, climbing into the back of her brother’s Lincoln along with the children.
    â€œI never said—”
    â€œWhat’s the matter, don’t you like kids?”
    â€œI like kids just fine. I have problems with adults at times!”
    â€œI won’t spill a thing or throw a single pea, I promise,” McCoy vowed gravely.
    He was shoving her again. Or dragging her. One or the other. She was nearly in the passenger seat and she hadn’t agreed in