Frustration almost made steam pour from her ears, and it must have shown in her face, for he dropped his mocking attitude. “Listen, I don’t quite understand why you need a broom at this hour of night, but surely it can wait for morning. Now, why don’t you tell me where you left your car and I’ll walk you back to it.”

“I don’t have a car. Why the hell do you think I needed a broom?” she grumbled only when she realized that his face had creased in confusion because what she had said made no sense. To a human anyway.

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she nibbled her lower lip in an attempt to think of a solution to still make it to the coven meeting on time. She couldn’t afford to wait ’til morning when the stores opened. She’d started her trip late and would barely make it as it was. Broom flying, while allowing you to avoid obstacles and fly in a direct path, was very tiring and required frequent pit stops-at least she and her poor, aching ass did. Apparently a full bottom didn’t count for much on a stick only a few fingers wide.

“Do you need a ride somewhere?”

His question and solution to her current dilemma made Sophia mentally slap herself in the forehead, because, of course, she should have thought to ask the hunk if he had a vehicle. It made sense after all, given his occupation. However, she needed more than just a quick drive into town.

Lifting her chin, she smiled at him. “If you don’t mind, then, yes, I do need a lift.”

“Okay. Just give me a minute to close up and then you can tell me where to drop you off.”

How about the next state over? It was a good thing she’d learned the spells of forgetfulness and persuasion, for she’d need both before the next twenty-four hours were done. First to make him take her where she needed, then to forget he’d ever met her.

He closed up his shop quickly and came strutting toward her dangling a set of keys.