Her phone rang, actually rang. And what the hell was that about? Leanne answered, although she didn’t recognize the number. If it was a coven sister calling from a different phone due to an emergency, she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t pick up.

Hell, I hope the witch hunter isn’t—

“Hope I’m not disturbing you, Ms. Vanderpol.” Dan Rutherford’s oily voice oozed over the line, making her feel like she needed another shower.

Obviously, you are.

“I’m out of town, and it’s the weekend,” she said, letting him draw his own conclusions.

“Well, I won’t keep you long. Just wanted to let you know that a little bird told me you’re planning to go up against me. You sure that’s the right move, darling? I absolutely hate making a pretty girl look bad.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“Indeed we shall. You’ll soon learn you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. At every turn, I’ve tried to—”

Leanne hung up without letting Rutherford finish the rest of his bullshit sentence, then she blocked the number for good measure. This wasn’t his cell phone—that would’ve popped up in her contacts—so it might be his landline at home. Irritation popped in her head like firecrackers, but she refused to let that asshole ruin her mood.

Not today. Not with this witch. Get it together, and remember why you’re here.

With effort, she calmed herself. This was exactly why she’d given notice, however. The mayor hadn’t wasted any time spilling everything he knew her to opponent, and she hadn’t even officially announced her candidacy. Rutherford must already be contemplating strategies to use against her. It’ll be fine. I expected this. By the time Trev emerged from the bathroom, she was putting on her dress and checking herself from all angles in the mirror.

He dropped the towel he was using to dry off his hair, his face glowing with awe. “You are a goddess. How is this real life? Seriously. How?”

“Good question! Put your fancy suit on and let’s get married.”

***

Vegas had quick weddings down to an art form.

There were five other couples in their wedding clothes getting marriage licenses as well, and thanks to Leanne having filled out the forms ahead of time, they breezed through the process, made the payment, and moved on. The wedding chapel was nicer than Trev had pictured. He’d imagined “Vegas style” and that there would be sequins, rhinestones, and Elvis impersonators in white spandex jumpsuits everywhere. But he was pleasantly surprised at how elegant everything was. A young woman greeted them and explained the process. Their officiant was included in the package, and two witnesses would be provided from the chapel staff. It all happened so freaking fast that it felt like he was sleepwalking through his own wedding.