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to dangerous and I’m not leaving until I know what kind of danger you’re in.”
    If she didn’t know better, she’d think genuine concern lined his words. But she knew better. Turn around, Michelle, face him head-on and tell yourself you are no longer in love with him. Turn around and do that for yourself and for your future.
    “You’ve always been curious, Sebastian. Everything has always been an adventure for you. But this time, I think it’s a little beyond you. My aunts will know what to do.” She swung around to face him. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but you should get dressed.” Her gaze engaged his.
    “Michelle.” Challenge was clear in the depths of his green irises.
    “And leave.” There, she’d said it. Her self-imposed immunity to all those stupid ideas about her and Sebastian ever being together as strong as the day he deliberately chose Catherine Simmers over her without the blink of his eye.
    She walked to her closet to find a skirt to match her t-shirt. But the sound of crunching gravel thwarted her need for a shower and clean clothes. Her blood pressure rose as she bounded out of the room in nothing but the sheet around her body.
    “You,” she accused, wagging a finger at her three bubbly and rosy-cheeked aunts as they entered their home. Their presence always colored the entrance hall with a kaleidoscope of hues. Checked-red flare skirts, polka dot blouses, ostentatious hats, heavy black boots even in the height of summer. Their arms filled with bundles of who knows what.
    “Oh, Michelle, you are not going to believe what we picked up for you at the fair. Come and have a look in the kitchen. We’re dying for a tea.”
    The smell of toasted nuts and chocolate truffles permeated the air, making her taste buds slither. She hadn’t eaten anything since her breakfast of a single slice of toast and two cups of coffee. Of course she hadn’t eaten anything all day long. She’d been too busy having outrageous sex to care about her stomach.
    “No, no gifts. You know exactly what you did so don’t try to bribe your way out of this, Aunt Surtie.”
    They always failed at hiding the mischief gleaming in their gray eyes. She just never knew what that mischief involved or the damage it entailed until it poured all over her head.
    “But child, whatever are you talking about?” Aunt Esmie curled her arm around Michelle, caressing her spine with her chubby fingers.
    “There, there, a cup of tea will sort you out, hmm? And wait ’til you see what the Waxy Witches fair had on offer,” Aunt Lindie chirped in, bracketing her as they maneuvered her into the sunny kitchen.
    “Yes, thank you, tea would be lovely,” Michelle approved obediently, vaguely wondering why she’d suddenly swapped her fury for a cup of tea. Oh, they were good. She leaped a meter away from them, using the large wooden kitchen table as a barrier between her and her aunts. The magic touch of their hands on her spine always soothed the most tumultuous storm inside her. But not this time ’round. This time they would play fair.
    “You stay right there.” She raised her palms to shield them off. “Don’t think you can pacify me. I’m furious. Furious, do you hear that? Whatever you’ve done to me you will fix now. Right this minute.”
    “What are talking about, child?” all three asked at the same time.
    “Don’t you child me, you know what you did. I asked for a little spell, something to lighten me up a little because yes I know I’m…I’m considered an ice queen. Jeffry made no secret of that. But you totally abused my trust and turned me into a…a monster.” She wiped the tears flying out of her eyes and dripping under her chin, secured a better hold on her emotions and continued with fewer hysterics. “I’m sure you had fun casting that spell on me but how cowardly of you three to drive for two hours to a stupid fair because you knew I’d be this angry. No, not angry, incensed. I’m