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He wished she had. There was no need to prolong the inevitable if she was done with him. “Has he even tried to get hold of you since yesterday?”

“No.”

“Well, I hope you’re done with him. If you want, I can get our PI to check on him to learn more about his affairs and anything else you might want to know.”

“No. I’m good. Are you picking Sascha up from the fair and bringing her here?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think it’s safe? Maybe I should get her.”

“No, I’ll do it.” He was curious about Sascha’s apartment and how she lived. In fact, he was interested in everything there was about her. Which was really not his style. But there was just something about her that drew him in.

He knew she didn’t have special witchy spells, yet he sure felt like she had cast a spell over him.

8

“I’m going home with Gregory tonight after we’re done here,” Sascha told Kat and Prescott before closing, and Gregory showed up to take her home. “We’re dropping by my apartment to pick up some of my things.”

Kat raised her brows.

“He wants me to try and figure out who is attempting to kill him. He’s paying me to do the searches, just like he’s paying his PIs to investigate it. I won’t charge him if I don’t come up with something that will help though.”

“For how long?”

“Four days. The carriage house won’t be ready until the fifth day, so I figure I’ll live in luxury at his place for the time being and try to figure out what’s going on. But if you want me to look into his business, I can.” She said that for Prescott’s benefit, since he was in competition with Gregory.

Prescott smiled. “No. But if you can learn who is after him, that would be great. We just don’t want you to be in the thick of it.”

“I’ll be careful. Whoever this guy is, he didn’t go after the PIs that Gregory hired. He hasn’t tried to attack Rose. Just Gregory. And I’m certain he thought Gregory was in the limo when the pickup truck attacked us on the bridge.”

“Okay, well, if it gets crazy, call us, and we’ll come pick you up, and you’ll stay with us,” Kat said.

“Or you can stay with me,” Lucy said.

“Thanks,” Sascha said.

They finished with their last customers, and then Gregory was there to help them take down the tents and pack up their supplies. That was something Sascha hadn’t expected. She was glad for the extra assistance.

Once they hauled out their gear on a wagon and offloaded all of Lucy’s booth items, table, chairs, tent, in the back of her car, then unloaded Sascha’s stuff into the back of Prescott’s SUV, Sascha gave them all hugs and said good night, then went with Gregory to his car—a ten-year-old-or-so Ford Explorer. She couldn’t imagine him having an older car like that. It wasn’t brand new, not some fancy brand car, not a sports car, and not a vintage car.

He got the door for her. It was clean, detailed, but nothing like she had expected. She climbed into the seat and fastened the seatbelt, and he got into the driver’s seat. “If you’re wondering, this is my undercover car.”

She laughed. “Okay, I get it.”

“I bought several. They’re at different locations, not at the house. That way no one knows or, hopefully, suspects they’re mine.”

“How do you get to the house then?”

“I drive it there, and then Raymond or one of my other staff members drives it away from the house and stores it somewhere that’s preplanned.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. After the limo accident, I had to come up with a plan.”

“It sounds like a great plan.”

When he arrived at her apartment, she was going to tell him that he didn’t need to come in, but he was already getting out of the car to get her door. Such a gentleman. Just like Damon.