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mouth. “For the love of heaven, all right. I’ll help you this once but don’t be expecting favors all along our journey. We’re here until you can recognize your surroundings.”
    “Let’s go then because I am one thousand percent certain I’ve never been in a place this vulgar before.”
    “You’re sure?”
    She nodded. “Mr. Kennedy, I bet you anything you want that not one of my petite little feet has ever stepped in this room.”
    “You’d bet anything?” he asked.
    “Anything.” It was a bet she’d win. It felt good to be sure of something again.
    “A kiss?”
    The look on his face was one of pure self-assured amusement. Men, wings or no wings, were such fools. This one she had in the bag.
    “Yes, prove to me I’ve been here before and I’ll kiss you like you’ve never been kissed.”
    He laughed. “This shouldn’t be so easy or so fun.” He threw down his napkin and came to stand in front of her. “Touch me. Just put your hand on my arm.”
    She hesitated only briefly before she laid her hand on his forearm.
    In the time it took her to blink, the room went from pink to gray.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    She was home! Tessa could hardly believe her good fortune. Safely back in her elegant and tastefully decorated condo, she’d made the trip without the benefit of either easy listening music or pixie dust. Everything was just as she’d left it this morning, right down to the calla lilies on the glass top table in front of the plasma screen tv.
    “Ha, a loser’s bet if ever you made one, Mr. Kennedy.” Tessa spread her arms wide, supremely confident now that she was home. “Look around. You’re now in the land of good taste and elegance. We’re a million miles away from that pink nightmare.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Absolutely. Now, if you don’t mind, it’s been a long day and I want to be alone.” She pointed to the front door. “That way out.”
    “I’m not in a hurry. Besides, I have unfinished business here. Something I need to do.”
    Tessa raised a delicately arched eyebrow. “To reform miserable, rotten me?”
    “Later, yes. But first something else.” He took a step toward her.
    She refused to give him the satisfaction of backing up. That would be backing down. She stood her ground but was forced to tilt her head up to look into his eyes.
    “And what exactly are you planning to do?” she asked. “You can’t think I’m actually going to kiss you?”
    He cocked his head to the side. “Hmm, a kiss. Interesting idea. But no, what I really want,” he lowered his voice and leaned in as if he had a secret to share, “is to finish my lunch.”
    With an ever so quick wink, he headed toward her dining table. Not a farmhouse one either, her table was a Danish inspired smoked glass piece she’d had custom made. She watched as Liam settled himself in a chair and picked up a fork.
    How could he sit there so calmly and eat? She stared in horror. His half eaten plate of Chinese food was right where he’d left it.
    Tessa raced into the kitchen, her picture perfect kitchen with virtually unused appliances. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw everything was as it should be. She glanced at the refrigerator but she didn’t need to check the contents. She knew the top shelf had six bottles of red wine and the bottom shelf six of white.
    “Can you bring me some soy sauce?” Liam called, his voice as placid as a summer lake at sunrise.
    Tessa leaned her head against the refrigerator door, resisting the temptation to bang it instead. Deep breath. In. Out.
    “And another beer while you’re at it.”
    Tessa bit her tongue. Hard. She wasn’t used to censoring herself but her suggestion as to what Liam could do with his beer once he got it wouldn’t sound good on tape. And surely this was all a set up and Liam was recording her. It would be just like Evelyne Allswell and the other witches to want to watch a tape of her freaking out while they laughed themselves