way. You’ll hear from my lawyer with an
offer—one I’m sure you won’t want to refuse.”
That was it.
Drew stepped out from the corner. “Can the theatrics, buddy.
She’s not selling even if you leave a horse head in her bed. And she asked you
to stop harassing her. Now I suggest you go before I have to help you go.”
The guy twisted. He eyed Drew up and down. A slow smile
spread across his lips. Drew had been measured and found wanting. But what Jared didn’t know was the ace he had in his back pocket.
Jared sent a disgusted look behind him at Erica. “You’re
having your customers fight your battles for you now?”
“Is this a battle, Jared? I thought it was just a friendly
conversation.”
Score one for Erica.
“It became a battle when you brought others into it,” Jared
said.
“He’s acting on his own. Just like you. Now please leave.”
“What makes you think I’m a customer?” Drew put in before
the guy could move. “I could be her boyfriend.”
The snort the guy gave made Drew angry for Erica. And then
Jared made it worse with his follow-up. “She could never get a guy like you.”
Strange. Considering she’d already had him.
Drew resisted the urge to blast the guy back to his truck.
The only way he was able to speak without growling was at a cautious pace. “Why
is that?”
“C’mon, buddy. Can’t you tell? She needs to lose a few
pounds. You should have seen her when I was banging her. She was smoking then.”
“She’s smoking now.” Drew would never have admitted it
unless he’d been goaded into it. His reputation was such that he always went
for models. But he’d always had a soft spot for women with a little meat on
their bones.
Jared let out a raucous laugh. “Are you blind, man? She’s a
porker.”
“I’ve lost twelve pounds since we were together, Jared,”
Erica said, as calm as calm could be. “So you were porking a porker all along.
And need I remind you how you used to smack my ass and tell me I needed to gain weight? You bought me ice cream weekly. So shut the hell up and get the fuck out of my garage before I call the sheriff.”
“You keep threatening me with the sheriff. I’m on his
payroll now, darlin’. He ain’t gonna help you.”
A southern twang from a Granite Stater? Drew had enough of the
dick. He called on Air once more, focusing another high-powered blast at the
guy’s slight paunch.
Dust puffed out of Jared’s T-shirt when the magical Air
strike hit. He careened onto his back in a sprawl of long, jean-coated limbs.
The guy spent two seconds blinking up at the blue sky.
Drew walked across the garage to the button he hoped would
lower the door. He bashed the big red disc, smiling when the metal began its
crawl down the tracks.
“Hey!” Jared jabbed a finger at the thing as if to say it
was on course to cut him in half.
“Might want to move, buddy,” Drew said.
Jared crab-walked back in time to save his knees from
getting bashed. He popped to his feet, glaring through the windows. Drew turned
his back on the guy and found Erica glaring. Her closed-off pose hinted she was
angry. He was tempted to peel her arms from her sides simply to lower her
luscious breasts to a level that wouldn’t have him fantasizing about them nude.
There probably wasn’t a single pose she could hold that would save him from
that.
“How in the hell…” She shook her head as though suffering
from disbelief.
That was when Drew realized he’d used magic in front of two
vanilla humans. Twice. If either worked out what had happened, he’d be in
serious trouble. Then again, his mother had already marked him as a rogue
witch. There was little more serious than that.
There was something not quite right about what had just
happened. Erica was sure of it. Jared had spontaneously fallen. Twice. The guy
had never fallen the entire time she’d known him. Not even in love.
She suspected Drew had something to do with it. Was it
possible that people
offer—one I’m sure you won’t want to refuse.”
That was it.
Drew stepped out from the corner. “Can the theatrics, buddy.
She’s not selling even if you leave a horse head in her bed. And she asked you
to stop harassing her. Now I suggest you go before I have to help you go.”
The guy twisted. He eyed Drew up and down. A slow smile
spread across his lips. Drew had been measured and found wanting. But what Jared didn’t know was the ace he had in his back pocket.
Jared sent a disgusted look behind him at Erica. “You’re
having your customers fight your battles for you now?”
“Is this a battle, Jared? I thought it was just a friendly
conversation.”
Score one for Erica.
“It became a battle when you brought others into it,” Jared
said.
“He’s acting on his own. Just like you. Now please leave.”
“What makes you think I’m a customer?” Drew put in before
the guy could move. “I could be her boyfriend.”
The snort the guy gave made Drew angry for Erica. And then
Jared made it worse with his follow-up. “She could never get a guy like you.”
Strange. Considering she’d already had him.
Drew resisted the urge to blast the guy back to his truck.
The only way he was able to speak without growling was at a cautious pace. “Why
is that?”
“C’mon, buddy. Can’t you tell? She needs to lose a few
pounds. You should have seen her when I was banging her. She was smoking then.”
“She’s smoking now.” Drew would never have admitted it
unless he’d been goaded into it. His reputation was such that he always went
for models. But he’d always had a soft spot for women with a little meat on
their bones.
Jared let out a raucous laugh. “Are you blind, man? She’s a
porker.”
“I’ve lost twelve pounds since we were together, Jared,”
Erica said, as calm as calm could be. “So you were porking a porker all along.
And need I remind you how you used to smack my ass and tell me I needed to gain weight? You bought me ice cream weekly. So shut the hell up and get the fuck out of my garage before I call the sheriff.”
“You keep threatening me with the sheriff. I’m on his
payroll now, darlin’. He ain’t gonna help you.”
A southern twang from a Granite Stater? Drew had enough of the
dick. He called on Air once more, focusing another high-powered blast at the
guy’s slight paunch.
Dust puffed out of Jared’s T-shirt when the magical Air
strike hit. He careened onto his back in a sprawl of long, jean-coated limbs.
The guy spent two seconds blinking up at the blue sky.
Drew walked across the garage to the button he hoped would
lower the door. He bashed the big red disc, smiling when the metal began its
crawl down the tracks.
“Hey!” Jared jabbed a finger at the thing as if to say it
was on course to cut him in half.
“Might want to move, buddy,” Drew said.
Jared crab-walked back in time to save his knees from
getting bashed. He popped to his feet, glaring through the windows. Drew turned
his back on the guy and found Erica glaring. Her closed-off pose hinted she was
angry. He was tempted to peel her arms from her sides simply to lower her
luscious breasts to a level that wouldn’t have him fantasizing about them nude.
There probably wasn’t a single pose she could hold that would save him from
that.
“How in the hell…” She shook her head as though suffering
from disbelief.
That was when Drew realized he’d used magic in front of two
vanilla humans. Twice. If either worked out what had happened, he’d be in
serious trouble. Then again, his mother had already marked him as a rogue
witch. There was little more serious than that.
There was something not quite right about what had just
happened. Erica was sure of it. Jared had spontaneously fallen. Twice. The guy
had never fallen the entire time she’d known him. Not even in love.
She suspected Drew had something to do with it. Was it
possible that people
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