Page 16 of Touched By Magic


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I tried a new tack. “Roux, it’s Sunday. Your only day off. Why don’t you enjoy it?” I motioned toward the stables, where he devoted every free moment to repairing our vintage Jaguar. “You could spend your day there.”

He socked me with a dark look. “Yes. I could.”

“So, go. I promise, I won’t tell Mina.” When he gave me a strange look, I snorted. “I know she’s making you follow me for protection, but it really isn’t necessary.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it and thought a while.

“It’s not safe out there. Anything could happen.”

I dropped my head against the steering wheel and kept it there.

Roux didn’t say a word. Nor did he exit the car.

“Fine.” I straightened in a huff. If he was so dedicated to making my life miserable, he would have to deal.

I sped down the driveway and swung onto the village road. The force of the turn threw Roux my way, and our shoulders brushed.

Zing!More static electricity.

I shot him an angry look and raced on.

Roux glanced around as we passed Auberre’s bakery, church, and war memorial, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t say anything when we passed the next two villages either, but he did look perplexed when we passed the localhypermarchéwithout stopping.

“Where exactly is this small errand?” he finally asked.

I kept my eyes straight ahead. “Paris.”

He whipped around. “Paris?”

I nodded firmly.

“How is that a small errand?”

“It is small,” I reasoned. “It’s just far away.”

He stared at me suspiciously. “And what exactly do you plan to do in Paris?”

“Oh, you know. Walk along the Seine. Check out a few bookshops. Pop in to see Gordon…”

“Oh no. Absolutely not. Out of the question.” He motioned for me to pull over.

I did not.

“I have to go. I’ve been promising him for weeks.”

“Promise a little longer.”

I shook my head. “Why put it off?”

He snorted. “You mean, why wait for a time when your sister could talk some sense into you?”

“That too,” I muttered.

He huffed. “Your logic is faulty, and that’s putting it politely.”

A fair point, and I knew it. Still, I shook my head. “Gordon is my godfather. He’s looked out for us for years. I can’t just ghost him.”

“He’s a crook and a liar, and he’s used you.”