Chapter 4
A Day in a Witch’s Life
Annie was torn about leaving Ram. Maybe she should have thrown caution to the wind and allowed him to claim her and go on from there. She knew her father intended to make her wedding the political event of the year, regardless of who it was to. Each of her sisters would also have a big blow out event whether they liked it or not.
If they mated, it might interfere with his negotiations but it wouldn’t affect the wedding. He would invite the heads of every group worth his while. There would be more political dallying at her wedding than there was any other time of the year.
It would start with a ball to announce the engagement. There would be a pre-wedding supper for the heads of prominent families, political or not. Some families had businesses and simply backed politicians, without being active themselves. The wedding would be the next day with a giant reception afterwards. This would be for politically active people.
Annie knew because she’d seen such goings on before on a smaller scale when other leaders married off their daughters. It always reminded Annie of a conversation between her father and the vampire king one day at a party.
“Royal, you poor thing. How do you deal with the fact that you only have daughters?” Thorton asked.
“Ah, but you are looking at this all wrong. I have three lovely, intelligent, and skillful daughters. They will attract the best sons anyone has,” Royal replied. Maybe considering that conversation, she should have expected what her father had attempted.
Thinking about all the political jockeying she would be exposed to gave her a headache. She had always hoped to have a romantic wedding, but she had been ignoring the reality of the situation. Now she had been forced to face it head on.
Once she’d gotten home after leaving Ram, Annie had done some work on her computer. When she was tired and sure she’d sleep, she’d readied herself for bed and crashed. She was happy about finding her mate and that had contributed to a night of sensuous dreams.
Morning came with a bang and the alarm screeched like an angry banshee. Annie felt like throwing the stupid thing against the wall, but she’d just have to buy another one. Dragging herself out of bed, she dressed and hurried downstairs where breakfast was in progress. Her father was finishing up and her mother was lingering over her coffee.
It didn’t look like either sister had made it to the table yet. She grabbed a cup of coffee and a cup of cranberry juice and sat down. Minutes later, her favorite breakfast was set in front of her. For an average size girl, Annie could put the food away and breakfast was the most important meal of the day. Steak, eggs, hash browns covered with fried onion and cheese, and a side plate of biscuits and sausage gravy. Oh, yeah! No better way to start out the day.
Gertie came down and grabbed herself a cup and poured some coffee. For such a tall girl, she didn’t seem to eat enough to maintain all that muscle. A bowl of cottage cheese and fruit was all she usually had for breakfast. She looked at Annie’s plate and made a face. Annie just shrugged.
Pru, as usual, came down last. She had a plate of donuts and Danish waiting for her. Grabbing a mug, she got her coffee too. She moaned as she drank her first sip. “Elixir of the Gods!” She exclaimed as her father grabbed his mug and exited quietly, no doubt feeling outnumbered by four females at the table and all the female staff surrounding him.
“We got rid of him now, girls. Let’s talk about what’s going on,” their mom said.
“What’s this about you finding your mate, Annie?” Gertie asked.
“He’s my fated one. Dad was going to stick me with Darby,” Annie admitted.
“That would have been perpetually awkward,” Gertie offered.
“Dad had no clue,” Pru added.
“Typical male animal. Only instincts no thoughts,” Maybelle expressed.
“What are we going to do when he tries to arrange the next mating?” Annie asked.
“He already has,” Maybelle admitted. Gertie choked on her coffee and it spewed everywhere.
“Ew!” Annie and Pru yelled.
“Sorry.” Gertie said. “It’s me, isn’t it?”
“Yes. He promised a daughter for Darby, but he looked at the contract and it doesn’t say which one. He plans to send you. At least he’s waiting until Annie is settled. You may have a year before you have to worry about it,” their mom said.
“I know he’s my fated, but I can’t stand him,” Gertie whispered.
“I’m sorry. The fates rarely mess up like that. In truth, this is the first time I’ve heard of it,” Maybelle admitted.
“Somehow, that doesn’t make me feel better,” Gertie said as she stomped off and out the door.
The rest of them stared after her. “That could have gone better,” Annie admitted.
“She has to know eventually she’ll have to accept Darby,” her mother commented.
“Why?” Annie asked.
“He’s her one. That’s just the way it is,” Maybelle offered.
“I don’t see it that way. Sure, Annie got lucky, but not everyone seems to,” Pru observed. “I’ll run away if he tries to arrange my mating.” She bounced out the door too.
“I guess it’s just us now,” Maybelle pointed out.
“We both need to get started on our day too,” Annie pointed out. She stood up and walked to the computer where the schedule was pulled up. “Looks like I have three consults for as soon as possible.”
“Do you want me to take one of them?” her mother asked.
“I’ll call you if I can’t make it through them. I want to have a busy day so it goes fast,” Annie explained as she sent the schedule with directions and phone numbers to her electronic tablet. Grabbing her purse, her tablet, and her keys, she waved at her mother as she headed out the door.
Her first stop was near the swamp. Mrs. Delaney, a rich widow, wanted a protective spell. She thought someone was out to kill her for her money. Annie arrived and pulled up to the gate and was waved through. The widow was a regular requiring all manner of spells depending on the mood. Sometimes, Annie thought the lady was just lonely.
She parked and went up the steps to knock on the door. A maid opened it and escorted her into a sitting room where the widow sat with a tea cart loaded with snacks. “Annie, it’s so nice to see you. Come give me my hug.”
Annie stepped up to her and bent over to hug the elderly and frail lady. “It’s lovely to see you again. Tell me what has been happening.”
“I’ve just been a nervous wreck, my dear. My great nephew, Arnold, comes around all the time begging for money. I told him no more. He got very angry and told me I would regret abandoning family. It was a nasty scene, I can tell you that.”
“It sounds dreadful. Is that why you want the protective spell?”
“That’s just one reason. My grand-niece was getting married and I hired a private detective. She’s such a trusting girl, you know what I mean? The detective discovered gambling debts. Not just small ones, either. I set up a trust fund for her that I was considering releasing when she married, in part, and the rest once the first child was born. Of course, when I discovered his background, I had to tell her no. She broke down and cried. He found out there was no money to be had and he broke it off. Can you believe her parents are angry with me? My nephew yelled at me. He had to be removed from my house by security.”
“I’m so sorry you had to go through all that,” Annie offered. The stories were so outrageous, sometimes Annie wondered if they were true. “Have you given any thought to what kind of spell you want?”
“What do you mean, dear?”
“Do you want a protective ward placed on the house so no one with ill intent can enter? Or maybe you want a piece of jewelry turned into a protective charm to ward off anyone from having contact with you that intends harm?”
“Can you do both?”
“Why, yes I can. Have you a piece of jewelry in mind? We can do that first.”
“I do have something in mind. See this charm bracelet? My husband gave it to me thirty years ago, adding a charm a year. It means more to me than anything I own,” She said and her eyes had a faraway look and they glistened.
“That’s perfect,” Annie said as she reached out to touch it. It glowed gold for a moment than the light disappeared. The flashy part of their business was for the clients and really didn’t add any magic to the spell.
“That was so exciting,” Mrs. Delaney said her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling over what she’d seen.
“Yes, it was. Now let’s set the wards on the house,” Annie said. She spoke the necessary spells and then there was a puff of smoke and flash of light. The smoke was gone in a second. “Now you’ll be perfectly safe.”
“Thank you so much, dear. Why don’t you have a cup of tea and a scone before you leave?” The widow asked hopefully.
“Thank you. I’d be pleased to. Why don’t you tell me more about the recent happenings?”
“You wouldn’t believe some of the crazy things going on lately.”
Annie wasn’t sure she did, but she always got a laugh out of the widow. She was a sweetheart, but also a real character. They didn’t make them like her anymore. An hour later, full of scones, tea, and humorous stories, she left the widow and went to her next appointment. Mr. Caroll wasn’t nearly as pleasant to be around.
Pulling into the giant electronics headquarters, she headed to the office of the president of the corporation. The man called on her services a couple times a year. He always tried to push the limits of what he knew they were willing to do.
His secretary sent Annie right in. Apparently, Mr. Caroll was waiting for her impatiently. She always assumed the man was some kind of rare paranormal. He knew too much about witches and other kinds and she’d known him twenty years without seeing any sign of aging.
They shook hands as they greeted her. “I’m glad you finally managed to get here.” He made a big show of glancing at the clock.
“We have other clients and you weren’t listed first this morning.”
“I have a problem. Corporate espionage and I need to know the culprit. I have the list I know you require.”
While the list made things easier, Annie didn’t really need it. It was just a way to hide what witches could actually do. She placed the list in an ashtray and magically set it on fire. Annie could see a poor employee had been coerced. He’d asked for the one responsible and she saw that man’s name was on the list. That man was a major competitor. The ashes formed the last name of the man who had planned it all.
“I knew it!” Caroll said as he slammed his fist on his desk. “I want him taken out. How much will it cost?”
Annie looked at Caroll to see if he was serious. “You are well aware witches do no harm. You are entitled to know who is undermining you, but we will not kill him. Signing an agreement that says you’ve read our rules means you should be aware of them.”
“All that power without the ability to use it. Such a waste! Alright, I give up, Vampires are more suitable to the task anyway.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
“Of course, you will. Thank you for your help.”
“Thank you for your business.”
It wasn’t even lunch time yet and she was on to her last job of the day. She wasn’t hungry, as she was still stuffed from the scones. Her clients were a mix of good, bad, and average. Caroll could also afford the hefty fee he would be charged and she didn’t feel guilty about charging him the top fees. He bordered on being evil and she suspected he was a troll. They had two forms and the human one blended in perfectly.
She left his company, glad to be on her way. A girl had to make a living, but she didn’t always enjoy it. When she was younger, her dad had brow beaten her a great deal every time she’d had a client like Caroll. It was the distasteful part of the job. Annie wondered if he was just angry or if he really intended to assassinate his competitor. Hoping it was just anger speaking, she left to go to her next and last job of the day.
Pulling into the parking lot of the private clinic, she parked in the visitor spot. It was amazing that today she would have a client representative of each of the three types of traits. The widow was the good one, Caroll the bad, and Teri Spencer was the average. Neither good nor bad, friendly nor hostile, she was slightly cool without being unfriendly. She never asked for anything against the rules, but her requests were sometimes up against the line.
The woman was beautiful, yet Annie didn’t find her appealing or personable. She entered the clinic and was ushered right in. “I’m glad you were able to make it,” Teri said holding out her hand. They shook and Annie shivered. Teri’s hands were always cold as ice. “I called you for a client. This is Stefanie Breacher.”
“Nice to meet you, Stefanie.” Stefanie didn’t hold out her hand, so Annie didn’t either. Many of the clients Teri dealt with had severe psychological issues.
“Stef was the victim of rape and torture. We’ve come a long way, but we’ve talked about this and I feel she needs some kind of justice to finish healing. I realize you aren’t in law enforcement, but the man that did this is a witch. He used his powers to hide his appearance and she can’t identify him. We are willing to pay whatever it costs, but we want to know who he is.”
Another slippery slope. Her father would say no. Maybelle would say do it. She hated the thought of a criminal, a sadist getting away with it. “I will see what happened and then decide if I can help you. Either way, you will not be charged.” Annie approached Stef. The girl looked down and couldn’t meet her eyes. She had long, curly brown hair. She was average height and slim but curvy. “I need you to look me in the eyes.”
“Okay,” Stef said and she slowly looked up. She had the most beautiful gold colored eyes. Exotic, they pulled her in.
Annie whispered the incantation. She could see the memory unfurling. The violence and the pain, his face was blocked but it slowly revealed itself to her. Gasping when he was revealed, she knew the male. He was Morton Trex, a nondescript male and she would have said before that that he barely had enough magic to get by, but apparently, he’d fooled them all.
“I’m sorry. I believe the witch’s council will want to deal with this man. I will request that you be allowed to watch either in person or by video if you prefer,” Annie assured.
“Will they actually do something to him?” Stef spoke for the first time.
“I know this may be hard to hear. The punishment for the rape and abuse may not be as serious as the punishment for the abuse of his magic. When he is found guilty, which I am sure he will be, his magic will be stripped from him. It is the worst punishment a magic user can get.”
“Why is that?” Teri asked.
“Most of us are born with our magic and we rely on it like an eye or an arm. To find it suddenly gone will be damaging. Some never get over the loss. It is a fitting punishment. I would say it’s worse than death.”
“You’ll let me know what’s decided,” Teri asked.
“I will. Hopefully something will be decided in the next two days,” Annie assured.
Once she said her goodbyes, she left quickly. She had a hot potato she wanted to dump in someone else’s pocket. Annie headed home with haste. Her father worked out of his home office most of the time. If luck was with her, he would be there now.
Speeding, she made it home in record time. Her father’s car was there so things looked good. She made it in the house and saw her mom in the kitchen cooking. She raised a brow. “Cook’s off today and her assistant is sick. I can cook, you know?” Maybelle said.
“Is Dad in his office?”
“Yes, trouble with a client?”
“You could say that,” She admitted as she hurried by.
Once she reached his office, she knocked on the closed door. “Come in,” He directed.
“There’s a serious issue,” She informed then she filled him in.
“You should have immediately denied the client.”
“I believe this man is doing such things routinely. Would you rather find out when he does something that captures the attention of the world?”
“Point taken. I will inform the council and he will be apprehended. Anything else?”
“Since you ask, she wants to watch the trial.”
“You know we don’t do that.”
“How about just the sentencing and punishment stage?”
“Why?” Royal asked.
“The woman was brutalized. Seeing him punished will help her heal.”
“Alright.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I’m feeling generous since you netted such a good mate.”
“You’ve been investigating him?”
“Of course, I want to be sure my daughter is safe and well cared for.”
“And that the alliance is worthwhile?” Annie asked.
“Our people must come first. You know that.”
“So you always say. What are your plans now? Will you take a break from your efforts to create alliances?”
“A leader gets no breaks. Is that all, Annie?”
“Yes, Father.”
“How is your schedule for today?”
“I have three clients spread out in the city.”
“How many are left?”
“None.”
“Very good. Take a client from tomorrow and start early.”
“Yes, Father.”
Annie left unhappy with having to start on tomorrow. When she checked the schedule, she saw why he’d recommended it. She had six clients for tomorrow. Spells seemed to have become popular overnight. That was more clients than usual, maybe more than ever before. Half of them were new clients. Picking one of the new ones that was near where Ram was staying, she headed there.
She looked at the entrance as she pulled into a gate with a guard. “May I see your ID, ma’am?” The guard asked.
“Yes,” Annie said as she pulled out her wallet and slid the ID out to hand to him.
“Who are you here to see?”
“Mr. Smythe.”
“The director?”
“That’s the one,” She answered with a smile.
He waved her through after giving her specific directions. Annie was amazed at the size of this place. It was an aeronautics factory and she couldn’t imagine what they wanted her here for or how they had heard of her company. She found herself in front of the secretary’s desk.
“Hello. I’m here to see Mr. Smythe.”
“Miss Worthington?”
“Yes.”
“Go right in. He’s waiting for you.”
The man stood up and came around his desk. “Miss Worthington. Thank you for coming so quickly. I’m Randy Smythe.”
“Lovely to meet you, Mr. Smythe. Everyone calls me Annie. How did you hear about us?”
“Mr. Caroll is my cousin,” he admitted.
This man was so much warmer and more likable that it was hard to believe they came from the same family. “I take after my mother’s side and we’re cousins through our fathers.”
“I see. What is it I can help you with?”
“We have a serious problem here. Someone is causing accidents and if we don’t find out who, someone may get seriously hurt or killed.”
“Do you have a list of potential suspects?”
“I wrote down those I can think of, but to be honest, it could be anyone.” He handed her the paper and a plate. “I’m sorry I don’t have an ashtray. No one smokes in this facility. We’re very health minded.”
“That’s alright. A plate will do perfectly.” Annie lit the paper and spoke the spell. Nothing formed from the ashes, but she had a name. “It was no one on your list. It isn’t anyone that directly works for you. Do you have a list of those that come here but aren’t employed by you?”
“Can you give me an example?”
“Certainly. Vendors like for the snack machine, outside services like cleaning or laundry, suppliers, maintenance, visitors not just limited to family. And possibly utility provider employees.”
“Why didn’t I think of that?” He pushed a button and spoke to his secretary. “Helen will have the list in a moment. You’ve already been so helpful. It hurt thinking one of my own people would turn on me like that.”
“I imagine it does and it happens. I’m glad it didn’t in your case.”
“Me too. Here we go,” he said as Helen walked in and handed him a list. Helen left and closed the door.
Annie took the list lying it on the plate and repeated her performance. It was important to keep up appearances so no one would know what a witch’s true powers were. The ashes left behind reformed into a name, Robert Daniels.
“Oh, my goodness. I would have never thought of him, but now it all makes sense. I will have him monitored and catch him in the act. That man will pay. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome. I wish you luck in dealing with him. Anyone who would do such a thing needs to be caught.” Annie stood and held out her hand and Randy shook it.
As she left, she felt good, like she had accomplished something positive. Maybe she should handle one more client today especially since she had plenty of time and Ram wasn’t expecting her this early. She got in her car and pulled up her schedule. There was another client twenty minutes from here. Luellen Rothchild wanted a visit as soon as possible. That urgency hadn’t been marked on the schedule earlier. It said she would be home today and tomorrow.
What choice did she have now? She wondered what kind of emergency Luellen was facing. She started her car and put it in gear circling the lot to head out the gate. The guard waved her through. Annie headed to her final location of the day. When she arrived at the Rothchild estate, she pressed the button to be let in the gate.
“Name?” A voice asked.
“Annie Worthington.”
“The gate will open and you can pass. Once you reach the house, park in the space at the right.”
Annie drove through the gate and followed the directions. Once parked, she got out and followed the walkway to the front door. A maid opened the door.
“I’m Annie Worthington.”
“Follow me, Miss. The Mistress is most distraught.”
It made Annie wonder why. What emergency could this wealthy woman possibly need a witch for? They entered a sitting room and the maid left hurriedly. Luellen sat reclining on what looked like an antique fainting couch.
“They took him, you know?” This sweet voice questioned.
“I’m sorry. My name is Annie. I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Fluffy. My ex-husband had him abducted. The man is a complete cad.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. What do you need from me?”
“I need you to tell me where Fluffy is.”
“Okay, I can do that. Do you have something that belongs to him that we can burn?”
“Maria!” She screamed and the maid appeared instantly.
“Yes, Mistress?”
“Bring one of Fluffy’s small older toys,” Luellen demanded.
The maid left then returned with a little bunny that had been torn to shreds. She put it on the table in front of Annie. Annie pulled her gloves out of her purse and put them on. There was a fireplace sitting unused in a corner of the room and after she picked up the toy, she walked to it. Placing the bunny in the fireplace she whispered an incantation and it burst into flames. She was aware of Luellen standing behind her when the address appeared.
Luellen gasped. “That dirty asshole!” She exclaimed.
Annie turned to look at her. Luellen picked up her cell phone and placed a call. “He’s got Fluffy at the ocean estate. You’ll have no problem since he doesn’t own it.” She looked at Annie. “Thank you. That’s all I need.”
“I hope Fluffy comes home happy and healthy,” Annie responded as she left the room. She’d been dismissed and there was no reason to stay. There was little doubt Luellen would deal harshly with her ex and that didn’t bother Annie. Fluffy was a delicate poodle and high strung. He didn’t like the man who had taken him and was probably terrified.
Annie took a deep calming breath as soon as she left the house. Now the rest of the day was hers to do with as she would. Her job was a mixed bag of tricks. Sometimes it was satisfying, others aggravating. It did support a lavish lifestyle or in Annie’s case, a nice nest egg and a reasonable lifestyle.
Once she and Ram mated, she wondered what her life would be like. She’d been almost afraid to bring up the subject. Her dad wouldn’t be pleased if Annie no longer worked for the business. Annie handled any difficult clients and had the largest load of any witches that worked in the field. No one else managed to handle Caroll and the witches that had been sent to deal with him often quit. It was because he was a bully.
Even sweet Mrs. Delaney could be a problem. Jessie had been sent last time and she’d been stuck there all day not knowing how to get away without upsetting the dear old lady. The Teri Spencer job would have also been a problem for anyone else because all the field witches were terrified of her father. It wasn’t unheard of for one to quit just to avoid having to face him.
With Ram so heavily involved in his family’s business, they would probably have to live where he called home. Annie wondered if that had occurred to her father. She wasn’t going to bring it up to him, that was for sure.
Since Annie didn’t want her dad to know she was done for the day, she decided to go straight to see Ram. She missed him even though she barely knew him. Annie headed to the Phoenix headquarters. He’d still not told her what he was and she went through a list of possibilities in her head. It was odd that his people used the Phoenix name, but maybe it was because they were some kind of bird shifter.
She knew a Phoenix was about as likely as the equally mythical unicorn. Sure, there were those who claimed both existed, but there was no proof at all. Her cousin Daphne was a unicorn chaser. She firmly believed not only that unicorns existed, but that her fated mate was one. That belief was hers because a gypsy fortune teller had told her so.
Annie pulled into the parking lot and parked. It always struck her how little security the place had for a multimillion dollar international company. She went up to the employee entrance and went in. Sandy sat at her desk as usual and waved her on, but she wasn’t here to see Cam today. Going past the door to Cam’s, she headed to the stairs.
Once she reached Ram’s room, she knocked lightly. Sounds of footsteps approached the door and Ram opened it. “You’re early,” he declared as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her enthusiastically.
“I missed you,” she said shyly.
“I missed you too. Would you like to go downstairs and hang out in the rec room?”
“Sounds nice.”
“I was hoping we could talk a bit.”
“Alright,” she said, but it worried her.
They made their way down to the rec room and it didn’t pass her notice that he carried a laptop with him. What was that for? Maybe a prenuptial agreement? Did he want to work out the details of their mating or was he uncertain about sealing the deal. Annie knew she was being insecure, but that’s how she felt.
He gestured to the table and she took a seat. “Want something to drink?”
“Anything with pineapple and coconut juice.”
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he went behind a huge bar that covered the back wall.
Annie watched him as he made them both a drink. He was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt. The jeans fit nicely and showcased his ass. Once the drinks were done, he brought them to the table. As soon as he set her drink down, she sipped on it.
“This is good.”
“I’m glad you like it. It’s just simple with equal parts of coconut and pineapple juice and rum.”
“The KISS principle.”
“Exactly, keep it simple sweetheart.”
“So, what did you want to talk about?”
“Evil, or the prophesied evil to be exact.”
“You know something?” Annie queried.
“No, but I want to. I’m not the type to sit back until evil or war is on my front porch.”
“I’m not the waiting kind either, but we have few clues to follow.”
“Few? Or no clues?” Ram asked.
“Few. And those we have are vague.”
“Isn’t that the case with prophesies? Matters of the future are seen through a haze.”
“You sound like you’re familiar with seers.”
“I’ve known one or two in my life. Look. Let me just lay some things out for you and then you can tell me what your thoughts are.” He pulled his chair next to hers and opened the laptop. “This is a graph that shows the year’s criminal activity. These are the violent crimes. See the steady rise all year long?”
“I do. What does that mean?” Annie asked.
“What do you think happens when war is brewing? Few things just come into existence. Something starts to build, especially in the regions where trouble originates. It grows, sometimes steadily and sometimes in leaps. That’s what the graphs show us, but it also tells us where are trouble makers are. You can see here. They are using the remoteness of the swamps for cover. Their group is growing and causing trouble. Some of these victims probably didn’t want to join them.”
“I’ll admit it makes sense, but how can we find out for sure?”
“Can’t you just cast a spell?”
“If everything were that simple, witches would rule the world.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Ram said with a chuckle. “Anything you can do?”
“If you find out who is involved, I can track them with a spell if I get close to them.”
“That would be useful.”
“Yes, it can be,” Annie agreed.
Ram leaned in and kissed her. He pulled back. “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?”
“No, it’s been a while. Are you going to feed me? I haven’t eaten in a while.”
“What do you want?”
“How about steak and shrimp?”
“Okay. Salad or soup? What about a side?”
“Salad with ranch dressing and a twice baked loaded potato.”
“That sounds good. I think I’ll double it,” Ram said as he picked up a room phone and called in the order. Annie knew they had a restaurant on site but she’d never been to it.
The food came thirty minutes later. It smelled wonderful and her tummy rumbled. The food was put on the table and Ram lifted the lids. The scent coming from the plate was wonderful. They ate in silence savoring their food. When they were finished, Ram put all the plates on the tray and lifted the lid on another plate. There were two pieces of cherry pie on it.
“Can I interest you in dessert?” Ram asked as he put a bite on a fork and held it in front of her mouth.
She opened up and he fed her the pie. Annie thought that was so damn sexy. She took the other fork and loaded a bite for him. “You are so hot,” She admitted.
“Thank you, Sweetheart. I find you incredibly sexy too.”