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“JK. I’m a witch.”

Then, since she had a camera at her disposal, she hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom to take a mirror selfie in her admittedly sexy purple and black witch costume. It did amazing things for her cleavage.

After he saw it, he replied, “How many guys have asked you if you want a ride on their broomstick?”

Laughing out loud, she said, “You’re the first, congratulations!” Then she added, “Some strange guy was about to hit on me, but apparently only because I’m the only single girl here.”

“Excellent strategy,” he replied.

“I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

There was a knock at her door and she made her way out of the bathroom just as Ashlynn opened up the door.

“There you are,” she said. “What are you doing up here?”

The phone was still in her hand, which made her feel weirdly guilty, but Willow merely shrugged. “I had to go to the bathroom. Someone was in the other one.”

Grabbing her hat off the bed, she placed it back on her head and followed Ashlynn out of her room, pulling the door closed behind her.

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“I think we should have a date night.”

Ethan was in his office, very much not expecting Amanda to appear in the doorway.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “We can do that.”

“Tonight. Let’s go to dinner—we can go into the city.”

“We don’t have a sitter,” he said, brow furrowing.

“I called Brandi, she’s free.” Offering up a smile, she said, “Come on, it’ll be fun and impulsive. We haven’t been out alone since before Caleb was born.”

“You know I don’t like Brandi.”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Brandi’s fine, you just don’t want to go out. Come on, I’m going to go get dressed while you finish up in here.”

Even though he didn’t like the babysitter, he agreed. It was probably a good idea, and he was actually a little surprised he hadn’t thought of it himself. Although… she might try to get him to talk at dinner. It could be a trick.

Oh well, he could evade that, no problem.

Closing his email, he opened up his desk drawer and pulled out a file, then spun around and grabbed a few papers off the printer tray, stacking them neatly and pushing them inside the folder.

His cell phone was lying on the desk and it lit up just before he looked at it.

It was Willow. “I want Chinese food!!”

Smiling slightly, he grabbed the phone and sent back, “Go get some.”

“Maybe I should. Are you doing anything?”

Faltering a little, he stared at the phone for a few seconds, then he impulsively closed the message and put the phone back on the desk.

A few minutes later, after he had everything filed away, he touched his phone and saw a message, a couple minutes old. “Busy?”

He sent back simply, “Yeah, sorry.”