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“Detective Trey, right?” Febe said, walking down the steps from the house with her backpack slung over her shoulder toward the curb where Detective Trey Heart leaned casually against his car.
“Yes, Ms. Summer, we need to stop meeting like this.” He gave her a cocky grin.
He looked so gorgeous with his tall muscular physique and chiseled cheekbones, beautiful eyes framed by long lashes. Why was it that guys always had the long, beautiful lashes?
“Yes, we must stop meeting like this,” Febe agreed.
Febe could feel the pitter-patter of her heartbeat but tried to ignore her body’s response to this Greek god like cop. Why on earth was she having this sort of reaction to him? She wished she could control her body’s responses like a spell. But chemistry was always tricky to control. Magic or no magic.
He was still a man and she needed to take a break from men right now. Especially after what Jonathan did to her. She would never be the same again.
Oh, wait. As Madam Techer said, tough times don’t last but tough people do. She’d get over that douche bag, but she still was taking a break from men.
Had the detective been following her? Did he suspect her of anything since she found the body with her sister? But then why wouldn’t he just come out and say it?
“Mind telling me what you’re doing here?” He gestured his chin to the house on the hill.
“Doing where?”
“Up there on the hill.”
Febe froze.
She couldn’t just tell him that she was taking magic lessons from a witch so that she, too, could get her witch license.
Think Febe, think. Don’t lie. But don’t blurt the truth, either.
You have the right to remain silent. Silent. Silent.
“I was just visiting someone. Is that illegal?”
He looked around her toward the house with an odd expression as if to say she was crazy. He then glanced back at her.
“You were doing what?” he said slowly and cautiously.
“I...um...was visiting someone.”
“Up there?”
“Yes. Up there. In the house.”
“What house?”
Febe turned around incredulously. “That house on top of the hill.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Ma’am, I’m going to ask you nicely not to go up there again. It’s way too dangerous.”
“Too dangerous. Why?” Her heart exploded into rapid beats in her chest. Something bad was coming, she just felt it in her bones. “Why?” she asked again slowly, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
“Because since the house burnt down a century ago, it’s not really safe grounds.”
“Excuse me?”
“The Techer Sisters owned that place back in the early 1920s until it was burnt down to the ground with them and their butler in it.”
Febe’s body tensed.