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I could have hit you.”
    How to explain this? I saw a fairy traipsing through the garden across the street and since I had only ever seen him in a magical world that lies parallel to this one, I thought it best to investigate the situation immediately, lest there be some impending doom that would lead to total carnage of all life as we knew it.
    That would have been the truth, of course, but I couldn’t very well tell a perfect stranger that. “I thought I saw a bunny.”
    He looked at me as if he was certain there was a bottle of Prozac with my name on it and it was still full.
    “A bunny?”
    I shrugged. “I like bunnies. Didn’t want to hit the little guy.”
    He crossed his arms, studied me a moment, and I shifted my stance. “But why would you get out of the car?”
    Good question. I hadn’t really thought through the whole bunny thing. Really wishing at that moment I had said “missing child” or something equally as urgent. Good Goddess, Stacy, you have to start thinking on your feet.
    I glanced toward the mum garden. Pickle was gone. Naturally.
    “I volunteer at a rabbit sanctuary. So, um, you see, a bunny can be very vulnerable at this time of year. Coyotes, you know. And, um…”
    He waited as I searched for an explanation that would make some sort of rational sense.
    “I didn’t see the mother, so I figured it needed help. I was going to crate it and take it to the rescue. You know, to nurse it.”
    He cocked an eyebrow, clearly not buying a fricking word of the phantom bunny story.
    “Nurse it?”
    “Well, not personally.” I flicked my eyes to his car. It looked like a brand-new model. It was practically painted with dollar signs.
    “Right,” he said in a deep tone.
    I sighed. “Look, my cousin-in-law runs an auto body shop.” I reached into the mangled monstrosity that was my car and grabbed my bag. “It was my fault for stopping in the middle of the road like that. I’ll pay for the damages. I planned to take up cycling again anyway.” I whipped out my wallet and pulled out Tony’s card. My number was already printed on the back because, well, this was not the first wreck I’d had this year.
    “My number’s on the back.”
    “Of course it is.”
    I ignored that, flipped out my cell phone, called Tony, and told him I was sending him a customer and to get a tow truck over to Crescent Street.
    The man’s phone chimed then. He pulled it out, checked something, and said, “Look, I’m late for a meeting and there’s not much damage to my car. You don’t have to pay for anything. I should have been able to stop in time.”
    I breathed a sigh of relief. Biking on icy roads with monster hills was no fun. Plus, there wasn’t a basket big enough to hold Thor.
    He glanced over at my Fiat. Winced. “Thanks for this.” He waved the card and headed for his vehicle.
    “Wait, are you sure you don’t want my insurance information or something?”
    The man hopped inside his vehicle just as Leo, the chief of police of Amethyst, was motoring up the hill.
    The man glanced back at the police cruiser. “No, it’s fine. The damage is minor.”
    He fired up the engine as Leo rolled to a stop.
    I called, “Well, don’t you want my name?”
    He stuck his handsome head out the window as he drove by. “I already know it, Stacy.”
    I stood there, mouth agape, as the SUV crested the hill.

Chapter 6

    I remained in the street, wondering who on earth that man was and how he knew my name, as Leo hopped out of the cruiser. He took one look at the heap of red metal, another look at me, and said, “Do I want to know?”
    “Probably not.”
    “You okay?”
    His concern for me was still there in his hazel eyes, although we had been broken up for some months. When you’re the Seeker of Justice working for a secret society of witches, dating a man with a badge can have serious drawbacks. They tend to get upset when you break the law, stumble upon various dead bodies, get yourself shot at, and talk to