Trevor gave it his best too, but he had even less rhythm than she did. But when he stuck out his butt, she cracked up and slapped her own ass, then his. Vanessa beckoned Leanne toward the kitchen.

“I’ll bring her right back,” she called to Trev.

“No worries,” he said easily.

“Everything good?” Leanne whispered, her gaze fixed on the witch hunter who was hovering unnervingly close to Clem.

Vanessa shook her head. “No idea. This is most nerve-racking party I’ve ever attended. I’m trying to act natural, but damn. Latest tea, the council is planning…something, but I can’t get a read on what. Gladys is so cagey, she wouldn’t even give me a hint.”

The witch’s council was the governing body that regulated the witch community, and it was made up of anonymous members to keep all judgments impartial. If witches didn’t know who was on it, they couldn’t lobby or push their own agendas. It was good that they seemed alert to the potential powder keg of a witch hunter in St. Claire, but the council might not act fast enough to protect everyone involved.

Worry nibbled away at her buzz. “Let’s not fret about it tonight.”

“Deal,” said Vanessa.

Her friend got a drink and winked as she headed off to chat up an attractive, black-haired man who had been introduced earlier as Calvin Wu. Leanne spotted Trev still watching her, and she rejoined him. He was still her first choice for an entertaining interlude.

As she reached his side, the song changed to a slower tune, and she took it for granted that they’d keep dancing, just up close and personal this time. She looped her arms around his neck, not even pretending she meant to slow dance right. This was an excuse to rub against him, and from the flare in his hazel eyes, he knew it. Pretty eyes, she decided, understated, shimmering flecks of brown and green and gold, sort of tawny and deep, fringed with gold-tipped lashes. Close up, she could see he had long lashes, but they disappeared due to the lightness at the ends.

“Wouldn’t you rather find someone else to talk to?” he asked.

“Like who? You’re the only one in my world right now.” She rubbed her nose against his, deciding he would enjoy careful moves rather than overt ones.

He grinned, seeming reluctantly amused. “Wow, that’s a great line. How often does it work?”

“Eight out of ten lovers recommend,” she said, winking.

“Seriously, though. There’s a room full of people, and I happen to know that both Calvin and Dante are currently single. I don’t understand why you went right for me.”