more than ready for her. “Lock the door if you’re scared.”
I made a scoffing sound and lifted her into my arms to carry her to the bedroom. Enough magic had trickled into me to lock the door remotely and quietly. I didn’t want Jenny to know I had done it.
After the best five minutes I’ve spent in weeks, I pondered the money situation. Jenny snuggled up to me and giggled. “You must have been gagging for it, Mister Fastest-gun-in-the-west.”
I pulled her closer. “It’s been two whole weeks. Let me get my breath back and I’ll demonstrate my slow draw.”
She snuggled into my shoulder. “No need. I’m satisfied. We mustn’t wear your pistol out. Not for at least another half-hour.”
Jenny can be highly distracting when she wants to be and it was difficult to concentrate. I reluctantly dragged my mind back to the question of money. I could buy a lottery ticket and then, if I could get close enough to the lottery machine, I could force the right balls into the slot. But the manipulation might show up on television, which would be a very bad thing. As I thought about it I came to the conclusion it was just too difficult.
A few months ago we’d broken up some royal jewelry from the Palace and I’d sold the gold for cash in a market back home. But even the smallest house in Wales cost a fortune these days and moving that much gold onto the streets might be spotted. What I needed was a windfall, a bit of luck that no one would question. The problem was … what?
I was brought back to reality by the things Jenny was doing to me. Where an innocent girl from the valleys had learnt these thing was beyond me. She giggled when I joined her below the sheets and forty minutes later I was too exhausted to worry about money, conferences, or even a hoard of angry dragons.
Esmeralda banged loudly on Jenny’s door. Sliding my girl’s arms off of me as she continued to sleep, I hopped to my room in Wales . I love Esmeralda very much, which is why I ran rather than let her find me in the arms of my other wife. To minimize any pain she might feel. Well, that was my rationalization at the time and I’m sticking to it.
“Is that you, Jake?” Mam called up the stairs.
I yelled back in the affirmative.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” she yelled back and I went for a quick shower. Mam’s cooking was the best in the multiverse and I was starving. My reserves of magic were filling up much faster than I expected. At this rate I’d be full in days rather than weeks. That was strange and had never happened before, but I wasn’t going to knock it. The faster I got it back the better.
“Hullo love, how are Jenny and Esmeralda?” Mam placed a plate laden with bacon and eggs on the kitchen table and I grabbed a knife and fork from the dresser. I love Mam’s fry-ups.
“They’re fine. We had a bit of a diplomatic crisis with Fluffy’s brethren yesterday, but it’s all good now.”
Mam looked a little worried. “You’re not in trouble again, are you Jake?”
I put on my most innocent face. “Nah, Mam. Nothing as bad as Bronwyn.” I paused for a few seconds as Mam’s eyes drilled into me. “Jenny wants to have the baby back in Wales and I need some money. Got any ideas?”
Mam smiled. I knew she’d be delighted at the thought of Jenny coming here. It’s not like she and Dad could hop to Salice whenever they wanted.
“Your Dad and I have a bit put by for a rainy day.”
I shook my head. “I need a lot more than that, Mam. Probably a couple of hundred thousand. I have all these powers. There must be a way to make some money from them.”
“Not the cash for gold thing again, then?”
“Too risky, it could come back and bite me. I need an idea that doesn’t rob anybody and doesn’t get the police interested.”
Mam sat down and looked thoughtful as I demolished the king-sized breakfast she’d put in front of me.
“You could find buried treasure,” she said as I took the next to last piece of