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    “Hey, Mil, I can’t…”
    “Aye, Laney girl, I need to see you.”
    “Oh, well hello to you too, Mil. Okay, um, it might not be today, but…”
    “Laney girl, it need be today. It’s of utter importance.”
    Utter importance? Okay, Mil never used words like that. If I said no she would call me every hour on the hour until I caved in.
    “Mil, I’m busy right now, but how about I try to make it for dinner?”
    “That will do fine. And, girl, you stay out of trouble. My bones tell me you're in a way of it.”
    “Okay, Mill, I…” I trailed off because the crazy woman hung up.
    Mil, other than being my great aunt and the one who raised me, was also one of the most powerful Earth witches I had ever known to live outside the Coven. The Coven had been trying to recruit Mil for as long as I could remember. She would always tell me that she didn’t do my cause any favors. She always feared she would draw the attention of the Coven to her and then to me. So, we moved just about every nine months to every year. Mil was used to ruling my life with an iron fist. So, she was more than a little displeased with me when I refused to move again after we settled in Savannah. I sighed audibly. Mil may be a hard ass, but the old hag loved me and she was the only family I had.
    I clicked my cell phone; the time read 9:55 A.M. I couldn’t put off seeing him anymore. I dressed down today just so I wouldn't tempt him at all. I wore my most worn blue jeans. They hung a little too low on my waist for my taste, but it was the best I could do. I paired them with my old painted-in-several-times, snug-fitting Beatles T-shirt. I had my shoulder-length brown hair tied back in a messy knot and not a lick of makeup on. Well, not counting mascara, because that’s not really makeup in my book. I was about a C-cup with a fairly slim waist so playing down my chest was more of a task than I was capable of completing.
    I checked my phone again. 9:58 A.M. Okay, enough procrastinating, I told myself.
    I knocked on the door and braced myself for pure heat. Instead, frost seemed to answer the door. I rocked back on my heels to see if I had the correct hotel room. Yeah, I did . What the crap is this guy? The man standing in the doorway was about six foot tall. He had black suit pants on that hid a narrow waist and an ass to die for. Well, what I could see anyway. Tucked into the nice suit pants was a white button down that, thank the gods, had been left open.
    My eyes moved from his waist to his chest that was pleasantly bare. This guy could have been ripped from a Calvin Klein ad, and not one with clothes. He had a beautifully sculpted six pack and a chest and shoulders that only dedication could create. His skin was honey colored, almost sun kissed. This man’s body had to have been created by Michelangelo. Even his face had hard lines. A full mouth was set in a strong jaw. That was offset by a nose that was borderline too big for his face. His eyes were a vivid green with black flecks. They reminded me of a sliced kiwi. His hair, the color of obsidian, was cut short and obviously wet.  If there was a God I would have the wrong room because dealing with two guys as good looking as these two was just mean. His mouth twitched.
    “You must be Delaney,” the attractive man said in a deep yet smooth voice.
    I hung my head and mumbled, “There is no God.”
    I mean, for real. Two men in one room who both looked like they stepped right out of a workout ad, that's just not right. If there is a God, he’s clearly sadistic and enjoying himself immensely at my expense.
    “What?” he said, clearly having heard me if the smile playing at the corners of his mouth had anything to say about it. Great, the cosmos were just lovin’ on me today.
    “Oh nothing, you must be Mitch.”
    “I am indeed, Delaney.” When he shook my hand I didn’t feel the pure heat like I did with Reid. With Mitch it was almost frosty, which was weird because the lust was