“I’m fine. Why are you here?” I asked him, realizing that question was becoming popular this morning. I’d asked it a few times already. Hopefully, no one else was going to show up unexpected, and this would be the last time I needed to ask it.

“I took Margo’s phone and used it to locate you,” he said, as if that was perfectly okay.

“Was Margo awake to unlock her phone?” I asked to be sure he hadn’t stolen Margo’s phone and somehow had her passcode to sign into it. Because, if so, then he had some issues we needed to discuss.

He nodded as if that were the obvious answer. “Why aren’t you at home?” he asked me then still looking at the retreating warlock, even though he was barely visible in the distance.

“I’m job hunting today,” I gave him the only truth that he would likely get about my day.

He finally looked at me, and I was relieved. I wasn’t sure when my stalker would decide to vanish or if he cared enough not to draw that type of attention. There wasn’t a lot of traffic yet, but there was enough to notice if he just disappeared into thin air.

“It’s six thirty in the morning,” he paused then and took a small step back to take in my appearance. He scanned me slowly starting at my black boots that reached my knees, grey corduroy mini skirt, and form fitting black lowcut sweater. I hadn’t personally seen the entire look on me. It was an outfit I’d seen in an Instagram ad last week and liked. I wasn’t the best at coming up with styles or looks on my own. Using magic to get dressed, required me to have an image in my head. “And you look... incredible.” He finished, staring at me with some confusion I assumed was from my sudden change in appearance, and then concern. That last one I didn’t understand or expect. He was a man, and I had been prepared for him to have that glow of adoration that came from this blasted spell. Was he that unaffected by me that even a charm couldn’t make me attractive to him?

No. I was not about to start getting all touchy. This was good. Great, even. Rathe was in no danger of me and that was one less worry to have. Like Heath had always been a safe place for me it was starting to look like Rathe might turn into that too. Except I was attracted to him the way I’d never been with Heath.

“Uh, thank you,” I said, realizing I hadn’t responded to his compliment. I’d been so caught up in my own inner battle.

“Do you have an interview somewhere?” he asked then.