“Excuse me, darlin’,” he says in his deliciously deep voice, I swear I feel myself getting wet.

“Uh, yeah?” she asks, turning around as soon as she looks at his eyes. It’s like she’s transfixed. Just like our hostess was earlier.

“Can you come with me behind the post office?”

“Oh, of course. I’m Clover.”

“That’s a nice name. What do you do, Clover?”

“No real job right now,” she says, and I roll my eyes. Gold digging witches.

Once they’re close enough to the Jeep, I hop out and grab Clover by the arm.

“Hey, Clover.”

Her eyes are huge and she’s clearly out of whatever trance Dax put her under. “Bla—Blair?”

“The one and only, bitch. Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

She goes to scream and I quickly silence her with a silentium. She starts thrashing, trying to get out of my grasp. “Night, night, Clover. Somnum.” She drops right there on the cement and it definitely sounds like she hit her shoulder pretty hard. It isn’t as satisfying as if someone hit her with a Jeep, but it’s satisfying enough.

I nudge her with my boot and make sure she’s out before I open the trunk. I grip her under her armpits and grunt. Her dead weight is too heavy for me to lift. Spells to lift something so heavy run through my head.

“Furniture strength,” Dax mutters as he throws her over his shoulder and roughly places her in the trunk. I was already turned on, but the fact that he just threw her in there like a damn rag doll adds to his allure even more.

“I would’ve gotten her in there, eventually.”

“Uh, huh? Are we still getting ice cream?”

“She should be out for at least five hours.”

His eyes gleam with excitement as he shuts the trunk and takes my hand in his to walk back toward the ice cream shop. His hand is warm and large. Ryan never held my hand when we walked places. I never realized how much I would enjoy it. What it would be like for a man to be so into you and want to claim you in every direction.

“So you’re totally fine with what we just did?” I ask him, checking in.

“You said she hurt you?”

“Yeah,” I say and look down at my feet as we walk.

“Then yeah, fuck her.” I need a change of panties.

I smile up at him and he leans down and places a gentle kiss on my lips as we wait in line for ice cream. Dax orders Moose Tracks and I get a mint chocolate chip cone, the green kind, because the white kind is weird.

We sit down at a nearby bench as we eat.

“The whole kidnapping thing doesn’t change me wanting to invite you over tonight,” I say confidently.

He grins at me and takes a swipe of my ice cream before placing a quick, cold kiss on my lips.