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turned around. “I don’t have to work with her on the reunion.”
    Cin frowned. “Oh, I thought you were on the class committee for your graduation year.”
    “No I wasn’t.”
    She tapped her chin with her finger. “Well, someone I know was. Who was it?” She lifted her eyes to the ceiling just as I spotted Thor inspecting the detached garage. He was really taking this whole protecting-the-baby job seriously. I wouldn’t be surprised if he called in a bomb-sniffing German shepherd as an extra precaution.
    That’s when Cinnamon’s words finally registered. I wasn’t on the class committee with Monique.
    “It was Chance,” I said.

Chapter 5

    I decided to drop Thor off at the cottage and put him on lockdown until I could figure out what was going on with him. I would need to consult my great-aunt Fiona, whose prominent gifts were love spells and animal communication, and possibly the Blessed Book to decide if his sudden concern for Cinnamon was due to the pregnancy or something prophesied. As Cinnamon’s connection to the Geraghty clan was threaded through her father, she wasn’t gifted with the same abilities as the maternal line of our family. But perhaps we were all wrong about that. Maybe there was something magical within her. Literally. Maybe the baby was a girl and she held some sort of Geraghty gift that no one saw coming.
    Or maybe the dog was just being overprotective of his first family. The first family I knew of anyway.
    As I wove my car back through the streets of Amethyst and down toward my office, the sun was blazing and my mind was on Chance and the possibility that he’d be working with Monique on organizing the multi-class reunion. It must have just slipped his mind to tell me. Or perhaps mine. Maybe he had told me about this and I simply forgot. Either way, I didn’t like it. While I trusted the man completely, I trusted Monique about as much as I trusted a pirate selling time-shares in Florida. And the way she smirked at me on her way to meet him intensified that slithery feeling I felt in her presence tenfold.
    My mind was racing with horrible images of Chance clutched in Monique’s arms as I sped down the street toward the newspaper.
    Then I saw him.
    That Star Trek hat was unmistakable. Pickle was flouncing in a garden of rust-colored mums, butterflies swirling around his head. He was holding a taffy apple in one hand and a giant, rainbow-colored lollipop in the other. The lollipop was stuck to his hair, but he didn’t seem to mind.
    I slammed on the brakes, threw the car into park right in the middle of the street, and jumped out of the vehicle. Didn’t even bother to shut the door as I chased after Pickle.
    I was ten steps away when a Cadillac Escalade plowed into my car.
    At the excruciating sound of metal crushing against metal and glass glittering the pavement, I spun around, hands clutched to my head.
    “Not my new car!”
    I squeezed my eyes shut and smacked a palm to my head. Stacy, you idiot!
    When I gathered up the courage to assess the damage, the Escalade seemed to be relatively intact and no one appeared to be injured, but my new Fiat looked like a crushed-up beer can. I had purchased it with the bonus money I received from the Council on completing my last mission. Special ordered to have the backseats removed so that Thor could ride comfortably.
    At twenty-nine, it was the first new car I had ever owned. Now, it wouldn’t even serve as a key chain. My stomach felt woozy and I swayed, biting back a tear.
    A man who would have been a shoo-in for a Vampire Diaries casting call hopped out of the Cadillac. “Jesus, are you all right?” He looked at the Fiat—my first big purchase ever—and ran his fingers through his hair. “Are you hurt?”
    “I’m fine, thanks. It was new,” I said, my voice cracking, eyes on my tiny tin box.
    The man looked at the crumpled car and scowled at me. “What the hell were you thinking? Stopping in the middle of the road like that?