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improved Amy was also horny. Dropping my shaking fingers to the turnover, I jerked my eyes away from Adam’s so I wouldn’t jump him right there in the arboretum.
    “How about we catch a movie tonight?” he asked around a bite of his own breakfast.
    I nodded without thinking and then remembered my WA meeting. “Darn, I can’t. I have another meeting tonight.” And the way things were going with both Lucifer and Adam, I needed the reinforcement of Witches Anonymous to keep me on the straight and spell-free path I’d chosen.
    “What kind of meetings are they?”
    “Um,” I stammered, searching my brain for a plausible, non-magic type of meeting. I couldn’t claim AA or any other substance-abuse group without throwing water on the fire we were building between us. I needed to shine a nice light on myself, keep Adam’s interest piqued. He needed to think I was a good person. “It’s for Halloween. A bunch of downtown business owners are working with the Chamber of Commerce to sponsor a trick-or-treat festival this year.”
    “Cool.” He finished off his donut. “I hadn’t heard about that.”
    “Oh, it’s top secret. We haven’t actually decided on anything yet, so we’re keeping it under wraps. A few of the women in the group are…” Marcia’s hard-set face popped into my mind and I had to temper the word that popped into my mouth, “…challenging.”
    Nodding his understanding, he sipped his coffee. “Know-it-alls, huh? Bossy?”
    “You can say that again.” I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “It’s their way or the highway. I’ll probably just end up doing something on my own at the ice cream shop, but I should still go to the meeting tonight and see what they’re going to do.”
    He shifted, making a small production out of cleaning up our wrappers and napkins and crumpling the paper bag. Before I knew it, his full leg was up against mine. He stretched his arms over his head and one came down on the back of the bench around my shoulders. “Maybe I could help you out.”
    Of course he could. He had no idea how many ways he could help me. “That would be nice of you. I could show you how to make ice cream witches and spiders and such.”
    His head bobbed once. “I love Halloween.”
    “Me, too.”
    We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the swans. A light fall breeze played with the tree leaves hanging over our heads. Discreetly, I snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warmth his body generated.
    “Tonight, after your meeting…” his thumb rubbed the side of my shoulder, “…I’d like to turn in my rain check on the Sin City.”
    My body hummed with sugar, caffeine and Adam. I was nearly purring with contentment. If things continued at this pace, I’d be spoon-feeding him decadent ice cream before midnight. “We’re open until ten,” I said, giddy with the prospect. “I’ll be home from my meeting by nine-thirty.”
    The swans eyed us as they swept by. I could almost feel Adam’s heartbeat against my other arm. He turned his face so his lips were next to my ear. “I’ll be there at nine-thirty-one.”
    Goose bumps rose all over my skin. “Oh…ah…” I stammered. “Good.”
    His lips dropped to my earlobe and then made their way south, their touch so soft and gentle I squeezed my thighs together and clenched the tops of them with my fingers. “Very…very good.”
    Adam sunk his hand into my hair at the back of my neck. He tipped my head a fraction to the side and lightly ran his lips back up to my ear. Nibbling my earlobe, he massaged the back of my neck with his strong hands. “Yum,” he whispered in my ear. “I just discovered my new favorite breakfast.”
    Yum , my mind echoed. Me, too .

Chapter Six: The Devil Wears Armani
    Just so you know…the Devil does not wear Prada.
    For business, he wears an Armani suit The Donald would kill for. Otherwise, he’s like any other mortal guy…comfort above all else.
    When he entered the ice cream shop at six-thirty