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who really just wanted some help.
    And it absolutely kicked him in the gut every time.
    â€œI have a caveat myself,” he finally said.
    â€œOf course. What is it?”
    â€œNo digs.”
    She blinked and stared at him, like she was going to say something but had stopped herself.
    â€œNo digs about being a private investigator or the cooking. Or I’ll tell everyone this is all for show.”
    â€œOf course. I wouldn’t.”
    He raised his eyebrow. “You didn’t have a lot of faith in me before.”
    She looked at the ground. “Well, everyone makes mistakes.”
    â€œEven you?” Jason asked.
    â€œEspecially me.”

Chapter Four
    Back in fairy form, Ava flittered around the wedding. The service itself was simple enough. Everything went smoothly. All those lovely girly, feminine things that Ava had never been a big fan of littered the ceremony.
    The thing she found interesting while hovering around her charge was that he’d accompanied the blonde from earlier to the service, sat with her, and even walked around a bit after with her. Well, as much as he could, anyway, when he wasn’t checking on the barbecue.
    Now, though, he was back in his apron, putting the finishing touches on his meat. He paid little attention to the women at the adjacent tables who were checking him out as they prepared the rest of the food for the meal.
    While Jason worked, Ava kept an eye out for more of Cupid’s minions. She’d sent a few flying away, but not a lot.
    But at least there’d been no Cupid to deal with.
    Thank Zeus—wait. Thank Jupiter.
    She corrected herself before lightning bolts lit up the wedding. Ava appreciated not having to deal directly with the gods and goddesses on Mount Olympus. That task was left to the Fairy Council. Politics that Ava never had to deal with.
    Cupid was enough of a pain in the ass.
    Jason bent over to pick something off the ground, giving Ava a really great view, and she couldn’t help admiring how good his butt looked in those pants. Not every guy could make Dockers look good.
    Jason did.
    She fanned herself.
    â€œFocus,” she whispered. Though keeping her mind on her job had been hard most of the day, she had to remember her priorities. Maybe it was time she pulled out his file and took a look. She needed to know what direction to send her energies.
    She wasn’t ready to admit she was attracted to him.
    Yet.
    â€œIt’s just a fascination. Since I’ve never directly worked with a man before,” she said, rolling her red wand in the air, and the rose-red-colored sparkles—she refused to admit they were anything close to pink—materialized Jason’s file.
    The basics were pretty simple.
    Jason knew Bruce and Roark—Lilly’s and Christy’s charges—through school; they’d all wrestled together and remained friends. They met once a month and had a guys’ night, drinking.
    The usual blah-blah-blah about Jason being a private detective.
    â€œOh, what’s this?” Ava whispered, as she read a little more history. Evidently, he’d been a police officer and had been in an accident. He’d hurt his knee pretty badly and had to leave the force.
    â€œHurt in the line of duty? That sucks,” Ava muttered. And that was when she saw it. During that time, he was dating Tessa Smith. Ava tapped her name in the file.
    â€œSon of a bitch,” she muttered. Tessa Smith was the blonde from earlier. Ava paid particular attention to the details from that relationship. As she read, she gripped the file tighter and tighter.
    Oh, Ava did not like this Tessa gal at all.
    â€œWho does that?” Ava whispered.
    â€œWho does what?” Cupid asked, making Ava jump.
    â€œWhat do you want?” she snapped. He was no longer in mortal clothes, but dressed in the typical toga of Roman gods. He bobbed in the air, the same size as she, a bemused smile on his face.
    â€œTo be of