Page 69 of Wynter

“I still have my job, don’t I?” Zoe grins. “So everything worked out in the end.”

Chapter Twenty

Zoe

“I still can’t believe we caught the thief,” I tell Ghost as I park the Cleanly Den van. I choose a spot in the lot down the street from Jewels Cafe, but the two of us aren’t in any rush. Xavi stayed back at Spell Library to quickly draft an article to send to his ex-boss. Amber and Mini—still can’t wrap my head around that one—went to pick up baby Nathaniel from the sitter. And Amber’s guys and Leith decided to walk back.

“You got the thief, Wyn.” Ghost turns to face me. “It was your idea. And it worked.”

“It did, didn’t it?” I grin, then let out a small sigh. “I actually feel bad for Zachariah.”

“So do I.” Ghost frowns. “After the types of criminals the agency had us go after, he just seems so…”

“Innocent?” I ask. “He was just trying to take care of his kid. I wish we’d known. I bet tons of people would have helped.”

“I’m sure they would have.” Ghost shakes his head. “All he had to do was ask. But he chose to steal instead. Almost cost you your job.”

“And Xavi his. I really hope that article gets him his job back.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” Ghost cups my cheek. “Plus, I kind of like his backup plan.”

“What backup plan? He didn’t mention anything.”

“He thought of it this morning, while you and Leith were… occupied.” Ghost smirks.

My cheeks flush. “Well, are you going to tell me what it is or what?”

“Patience, Wyn.” Ghost grins as his magic swirls around my wrists, holding them for a split second before letting go. “I’m going to have to teach you some of that. Tonight.”

“Or you could teach me now?” I lean towards him when Leith shows up at the window and gives it a gentle tap.

I roll it down the window and slowly unzip my coat. “How about I show you guys some cleaning supplies in the back?”

Which is when I hear a snort and all three of Amber’s guys appear behind Leith, grinning ear to ear.

“Should we give you some alone time?” Chase smirks.

“Not in my van we shouldn’t,” Wes snaps back. And Leith shifts into a bee.

No one bats an eye.

“You could just clean it afterwards,” Julian tells Wes. “It’s literally your job.”

“He has a point, Boss Man,” I smirk at Wes, who shakes his head.

“Not happening. Everybody, out.”

We walk—or in Leith’s case fly, then trot—to Jewels Cafe. But at least the walk cools him down, so by the time we’re inside, he’s back to his normal self. Amber’s guys turn on the lights and fire up the equipment, while I send all our coats flying to the rack. I pull off my favorite trick, where our coats peek back out and wave for our hats, gloves, and scarves to follow, and earn some chuckles from my guys. Amber’s, too.

“Have I told you how amazing you are, baby?” Leith leads me toward one of the tables and pulls me into his lap.

“She is, isn’t she?” Ghost winks and sits down across from us. And sends his magic swirling into my bra.

I barely contain a gasp. Wouldn’t even try if we didn’t have an audience—and Leith wasn’t at risk of crazy shifting at the mere mention of breasts.

The smell of caffeine starts to permeate the room, and we all have our drinks and are sipping away and chatting happily by the time the door chimes.

“Look who we got,” Amber calls out, pushing in a stroller. And Mini follows her in, looking a hundred percent alive.