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conscience.
    Big foot shifted. Let out a tortured moan.
    Ah. I could afford a new couch now that business has picked up. Yes, I could also cast a spell to clean my couch, but there would always be the thought that a wet, smelly, extremely hairy body had laid on it. And then there were the bugs.
    I patted Ash ’s arm, letting my fingers linger on his firm male skin. “I’ve got to call Aunt Tabs.” He slid his hands down to my hips, squeezed and patted my backside.
    I took four steps before my brain kicked back in. “ Al, why don’t you come with me?”
    “ Why don’t you use your cellular phone?” Hell is a little behind in technology. They don’t have electricity or flushing toilets. Ash has adjusted to being in this realm and the conveniences of modern life quite well. His Dodge has a Turbo.
    He ’s still working on the lingo. “Cell phone, not cellular. And I can’t. Mine got destroyed in the rain.” I looked at Al. “Coming?”
    Al hopped down from the mattress. His ears at full attention and his tiny chest leading the way, he trotted past Ash who made a show of crossing his arms over his chest and leaning casually against the wall.
    I’m fairly certain Ash added an extra muscle flex in with his stance. I know Al lifted his lip.
    Males. Ego does not differentiate when it comes to species.
    I picked up the phone in my kitchen and hit number two on the speed dial. The phone rang twice before she picked up.
    “ Hello, dear.”
    I love caller ID. Actually, we witches have had it forever. We refer to it as intuition or magic. But caller ID saves an extra spell. Aunt Tabs claims it ’s lazy, although she didn’t complain overly much when I had it installed on her phone a few weeks ago.
    “ Hi, Aunt Tabs.”
    I realize Tabitha sounds like the stereotypical witch name. My mother ’s name was Samantha. Again a little too witchy. However, if mom hadn’t been dating a certain TV producer during the sixties who happened to need a real live witch for his TV show - under budget didn’t begin to describe it - then the names wouldn’t have become as popular as they have today.
    Mom was a great witch. Not so great at remembering things. She could not remember the names they originally p lanned to use, so they went with her real name and my Aunt’s name for the daughter.
    DO NOT get me started on the Elizabeth Montgomery why ’s and reason’s for.
    “ What’s wrong?” Witchy intuition, I’m telling you. Better than an X-ray any day.
    “ I need your help with a healing spell.” More than likely several healing spells.
    “ Don’t you have your Spell Book?” Aunt Tabs might be my aunt, but ever since my mother had died she’d taken her role as care-taker VERY SERIOUSLY. My pulse pitter-pattered at the mere thought of losing that book. My aunt is a single witch and she’d held down two jobs before I quit school.
    “ Yep. Have it right here.” I tried to inject my smile through the phone. “I’m having a little trouble with the exact species part.”
    I counted to four befor e Aunt Tabs asked, “You don’t know the species?” It simply sounded odd no matter who said it.
    “ Not really. No. I ran over Bigfoot on the way to Sandra and  Spike’s party.” Actually it was more of a case of accordian-ing into Bigfoot, but the specific details wouldn’t improve my story.
    “ Bigfoot? I thought he was a myth.”
    I was so ruining everyone’s faith in that legend tonight.
    “ Nope. Turns out it’s not. Big, hairy, smelly and not dent proof.”
    “ I’m on my way over.”
    I sort of figured that would be the case. I t’s not often one runs across a truly mythological creature. Which meant I had about fifteen minutes to encourage Ash to leave.
    Less if she came by broom.
    I’m not ashamed of Ash or our relationship. But the whole Cursed In Love thing hanging over our coven can be a real downer. I’d been doing a successful duck and dodge with Ash and Aunt Tabs so far. I wasn’t up for the big meet