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nausea hit me.
    Ruprecht shut the book and met my eyes squarely. “I don’t know, and that’s what worries me. To tell you the truth, Amelia, it could be anything, even an ancient demon.” He held up his hand. “But then again, it could be a harmless trickster. We won’t know until I read through all this Latin, and that could take me quite a while. Would you mind leaving the Book of Shadows with me?”
    I readily agreed. Things weren’t looking good, not at all.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    I adjusted my girls in the mirror at the restaurant entrance, wishing I’d worn a push up bra. Tall, dark, and handsome does not come around every day, after all. Alder ticked all three of those boxes, not to mention he was also wickedly gorgeous and paying for lunch. Actually, two push up bras would have been better. I supposed I didn’t look too bad, but then again, the lighting in here was dim.
    “Ahem.”
    I turned to see a tall waiter. He frowned and I smiled, an apology he did not seem interested in taking. He indicated that I should follow him, and I did so, glancing back to check out my derrière. He weaved his way past other patrons, past a myriad of mismatched paintings hanging on the mustard yet golden-speckled walls, and past stacks of ancient books whose musty scent rode roughshod over the pleasant aroma of Italian cooking.
    I paused to look at the uncomfortable wooden chair against a table at the back of the room, and placed my purse on the red and white checked tablecloth. The waiter had already abandoned me—he had spotted Alder and was hurrying to greet him enthusiastically.
    “Sorry I’m late,” Alder said, hurrying over and kissing me on the cheek.
    I quivered at the feel of his lips and the firm hand on the small of my back. “Alder. Nice to see you.”
    Alder had been out of town for a while on a case, and had returned late the previous night. “It’s been a while—too long. Have you fallen impossibly in love with another man, Amelia? Am I going to have to fight for your affections?” He winked at me.
    I took a deep breath. “There is no man, but yes, my affections still need to be fought for.” I congratulated myself for my fast thinking—in fact, for the fact that I was able to think at all, given what Alder had just said. My knees knocked together wildly.
    The waiter chose that moment to reappear. Alder glanced quickly at the menu before he ordered. “I’ll have the rump steak with green peppercorn sauce and Greek salad.”
    The waiter looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “I’ll have the chicken carbonara. It’s only lunch time. I’ll leave the rump steak for later.”
    “I’ll bet,” the waiter muttered.
    I glared at him, and was relieved that Alder hadn’t seemed to notice the remark. He smiled at me. “I was shocked when you told me everything that’s happened.”
    “I’ll show you the Book of Shadows as soon as Ruprecht’s finished with it,” I said. “They say it belonged to my great aunt Thelma.”
    “I’d love to see it.” Alder smiled at me and I did my best to stop my stomach doing flip-flops. “So do you really think the entity you summoned murdered that man?”
    I rested my head in my hands. “Oh gosh, don’t say that! I sure hope not. I’ll know more when Ruprecht manages to translate the Latin.”
    “I have some ancient arcane books from the family collection that you’re welcome to look through,” Alder said. “In fact, maybe we should go through them together. Meanwhile, I’ll do a bit of snooping around about Kayleen and Craig. I’ve never trusted that man.”
    I allowed myself a small smile at the scowl on his face and hoped that it was because I had briefly dated Craig. “But would Craig or Kayleen have any motive to murder Scott Plank?” I wondered aloud. “And if they did, they’d have to have been in it together.” I was going to say more, but the waiter returned.
    “Your champagne, sir.” The waiter shot me a speculative look before