“Agreed,” I said. This wasn’t just about Lena; it was about the three of us. Nidhi Shah was a part of Lena’s life. A week ago, the idea of bringing Doctor Shah into my life would have been uncomfortable at best, but after seeing her the way Lena did . . . Okay, it was still uncomfortable. “I’ve never even managed a successful relationship with one person, let alone two. I don’t know how to—”

“Neither do I,” said Lena. “So we learn. What’s the matter? I thought you liked learning.”

Uncomfortable, but perhaps not unworkable.

“Stop overthinking this, Isaac,” said Lena.

“Overthinking is what I do.”

She took my hand. Her palm was damp and warm. “What do you want?”

Had she asked me a month ago, I would have answered without hesitating. I wanted to rejoin the Porters. I wanted a research position. I wanted magic.

I had those things now, and none of them had come in the way I expected. Why should this be any different? “I think—” My throat went dry. I took a quick drink. “I think I’d like to try.”

She laughed and hauled me out of my chair. Her arms clamped around my body, and her mouth found mine. I staggered back a step before catching my balance, then returned the kiss. Her lips parted, and for a short time I forgot about Nidhi Shah, about magical dangers bent on killing us all, about everything except Lena Greenwood’s body pressed against mine, holding me tight while our tongues danced together.

She broke away, beaming. While I caught my breath, she spun around and yanked Nidhi to her feet. Lena proceeded to kiss her with every bit as much enthusiasm as she had me.

Jealousy flared, an instinctive ape-level response crying, Mine! I did my best to squash that response, but this arrangement was definitely going to take some getting used to. And if it was hard for me, what must it be like for Doctor Shah—for Nidhi—to suddenly find herself sharing her lover with a former client?

I waited for them to finish. “This presents a serious question.”

They both looked at me. “What’s that?” asked Lena.

“Whether to start you off with a Doctor Who marathon or dive straight into Firefly.”

Lena grinned and took us both by the hands. “We can discuss it over ice cream,” she proclaimed. “Or pie. Maybe both. Either way, we’re going to celebrate, my treat. And don’t worry about the calories. We’ll work that off later.”

I swapped a bemused look with Nidhi as Lena tugged us both toward the door. What else awaited us, I didn’t know . . . but there was magic out there, and I intended to explore it all.

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