Pregnancy hadn’t dimmed her sexuality. If anything, it had enhanced it. She—as they say about brides and expectant mothers—glowed. Her fall of black, curling hair rained down the back of an unapologetically red dress that showed off excellent legs.

“I don’t have to ask if you’re well,” he commented. “I can see that for myself.”

“Then I’ll ask you. I’ve already heard you helped clean up Chicago.” She said it with a smile, but there was quiet concern in her eyes. “Was it difficult?”

“Yes. But it’s done.” Before he could say more, before he was certain he wanted to, a trio of customers strolled in to explore the crystals and herbs and statuary. “You’re not working here alone?”

“No, Mindy will be here any minute.”

“Mindy is here,” her assistant announced, bounding into the shop wearing a white catsuit and a flirtatious smile for Sebastian. “Hello, handsome.”

“Hi, gorgeous.”

Instead of heading out of the shop, or ducking into the back room as was his habit when customers filed in, Sebastian prowled around, fiddling restlessly with crystals, sniffing at candles. Morgana took advantage of the first lull to join him again.

“Looking for some magic?”

He frowned, a smooth, obsidian ball in his hand. “I don’t need visual aids.”

Morgana tucked her tongue in her cheek. “Having trouble with another spell, darling?”

Though he was very taken with it, Sebastian set the ball down. He’d be damned if he’d give her the satisfaction. “I leave the casting to you.”

“Oh, if only you would.” She picked up the ball and handed it to him. Morgana knew her cousin too well. “Here, a gift. There’s nothing like obsidian for blocking out those bad vibrations.”

He let the globe run from palm to fingertips and back. “I suppose, being a shop owner, you’d be up on who’s who in town at the moment.”

“More or less. Why?”

“What do you know about Sutherland Investigations?”

“Sutherland?” Her brow creased in thought. “It’s familiar. What is it, a detective agency?”

“Apparently.”

“I think I … Mindy, didn’t your boyfriend have some business with Sutherland Investigations?”

Mindy barely glanced up from ringing a sale. “Which boyfriend?”

“The intellectual-looking one, with the hair. Insurance.”

“Oh, you mean Gary.” Mindy beamed at her customer. “I hope you enjoy it. Please come back. Gary’s an ex-boyfriend,” she added. “Much too possessive. Sutherland does a lot of stuff for the insurance company he works for. Gary says she’s as good as they get.”

“She?” Morgana glanced back at Sebastian with a cool smile. “Ah.”

“There’s no ‘ah.’” He tweaked her nose. “I’ve agreed to help someone, and Sutherland is involved.”

“Hmm. Is she pretty?”

“No,” he said with perfect sincerity.

“Ugly, then.”

“No. She’s … unusual.”

“The very best kind. What are you helping her with?”

“A kidnapping.” The teasing light went out of his eyes. “A baby.”