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relaxed. “Ana.”
    Nash couldn’t have said why he felt as though he’d just avoided a calamity of major proportions. But he knew that, for an instant, his whole being had been so wrapped up in Morgana that he wouldn’t have felt an earthquake. She’d pulled him right in, and now he was left, a little dazed, a little dull-witted, staring at the slim blond woman in the doorway.
    She was lovely, and, though a head shorter than Morgana, she exuded an odd kind of soothing strength. Her eyes were a soft, calm gray, and they were focused on Morgana. In her arms she carried a box that was overflowing with flowering herbs.
    “You didn’t have the sign up,” Anastasia said, “so I came in the front.”
    “Let me take that.” Messages passed between the two women. Nash didn’t have to hear them to know it. “Ana, this is Nash Kirkland. Nash, my cousin, Anastasia.”
    “I’m sorry to interrupt.” Her voice, low and warm, was as soothing as her eyes.
    “You’re not,” Morgana said as Nash got to his feet. “Nash and I were just finished.”
    “Just beginning,” he told her. “But we can pick it up later. Nice to meet you,” he said to Anastasia. Then he smiled at Morgana and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Till next time.”
    “Nash.” Morgana set the box down and took out a small pot of blooms. “A gift.” She offered it, and her sweetest smile. “Sweet peas,” she explained. “To symbolize departure.”
    He couldn’t resist. Leaning over the box, he touched his lips to hers. “For the hell of it.” He sauntered out.
    In spite of herself, Morgana chuckled.
    Anastasia settled into a chair with a contented sigh. “Want to tell me about it?”
    “Nothing to tell. He’s a charming annoyance. A writer with very typical views on witches.”
    “Oh.
That
Nash Kirkland.” To please herself, Anastasia picked up Morgana’s half-full goblet and sipped. “The one who wrote that gory movie you and Sebastian dragged me to.”
    “It was really quite intelligent and sly.”
    “Hmm.” Anastasia drank again. “And gory. Then again, you’ve always enjoyed that kind of thing.”
    “Watching evil is an entertaining way to reaffirm good.” She frowned. “Unfortunately, Nash Kirkland does very superior work.”
    “That may be. I’d rather watch the Marx Brothers.” Automatically she walked over to check the herbs in Morgana’s window. “I couldn’t help but notice the tension. You looked as if you were about to turn him into a toad when I walked in.”
    The thought gave Morgana a moment of sterling pleasure. “I was tempted. Something about that smugness set me off.”
    “You’re too easily set off. You did say you were going to work on control, didn’t you, love?”
    Scowling, Morgana snatched up Nash’s glass. “He walked out of here on two legs, didn’t he?” She sipped,and realized instantly it was a mistake. He’d left too much of himself in the wine.
    A powerful man, she thought as she set the goblet down again. Despite the easy smile and the relaxed manner, a very powerful man.
    She wished she’d thought to charm the flowers she’d given him, but she dismissed the idea immediately. Perhaps something was pushing them together, but she would deal with it. And she would deal with it, and with Nash Kirkland, without magic.

Chapter 2
    Morgana enjoyed the peace of Sunday afternoons. It was her day to indulge herself—and from her first breath, Morgana had appreciated indulgences. Not that she avoided work. She had put a great deal of time and effort into seeing that her shop ran smoothly and turned a profit—without using her special skills to smooth her path. Still, she firmly believed that the proper reward for any effort was relaxation.
    Unlike some business owners, Morgana didn’t agonize over books and inventory and overhead. She simply did what she felt needed to be done, making sure she did it well. Then when she walked away from it—if only for an hour at a time—she forgot