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town. Since I assume you’re finished investigating me, you have nothing but free time on your hands. You’ve got to be bored out of your mind.”
    “I’m used to quiet.”
    “It’ll be fun. It’ll give you the chance to meet some more people.”
    “I came to meet you. I have. I’ll never see any of these people again.”
    “Come on. As fascinating as Minx is, you’ve got to be lonely.”
    “Nope.”
    Her obstinacy astounded him. “You want to say yes.”
    “You’re going to want to stop telling me what I want before I crush your pointy hat.”
    He sighed. “You do realize that I don’t have a pointy hat, a warty nose, or a broom?”
    She shrugged a delicate shoulder and arched one thin brow as if to indicate that it didn’t matter to her if he did or he didn’t.
    Ronan decided to let the matter drop. He’d ask her again when she’d had some time to contemplate it further. Maybe she would change her mind. But there was another topic that he couldn’t banish from his mind and that he wouldn’t let her shrug off. “What’s your real objection to accepting me as your mate?”
    “I just don’t know where I’d get the eye of newt.”
    Growing accustomed to her flippant witch bashing, he ignored her c omment. “My being a witch aside, if I was a regular guy asking you out on a date-”
    “But you’re not asking me out on a date. I’ve known you less than a month, and you’re proposing the equivalent of marriage.”
    “That’s the bonus of being a witch. I don’t need a year to know that you’re it for me, that we’ll have a happy life together.”
    Expression somber, she said, “There are no guarantees on happiness, Ronan. It’s often gone in the blink of an eye.”
    He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that she had lost someone important to her. That she still suffered from the loss of this man ate him up with jealousy. “Who was he?”
    “He?”
    “The guy who broke your heart.”
    She snorted. “As if. My entire life has proven the ephemeral nature of joy. My parents died in a car accident when I was five. I was raised by my aunt, who trained me to hunt witches, but seemed to always expect Mystique to be the one to carry on the family business. Meadow, my aunt, wasn’t the most maternal sort but she was my only partner in this since Mystique never wanted anything to do with hunting. Recently Meadow . . . retired. That leaves just me.” She bit her lip and her eyes widened.  She seemed as stunned by her informative outburst as he was.
    She was lonely, he realized, but afraid to trust that he would be there for her. Anything could take him away. A job. Death. “I’d never willingly leave you.”
    “Leaving is leaving.”
    “Is it really living if you don’t live life to the fullest? We could have so much together. Kids-”
    She held up a hand. “Stop. You should go now. I withdraw my invitation.”
    Ronan groaned. He had no choice but to obey her wishes. Supernatural etiquette demanded that he could only enter the home of a human unless he was invited. Without that permission, he couldn’t cross a threshold. It was physically impossible. Even now it felt as though the walls of Mrs. Williams’ house were closing in on him. An invisible force pressed on his chest, expelling the oxygen from his lungs and not allowing him to draw in more air. If he remained any longer, he’d black out. He stood and swiftly crossed to the door.
    On the porch, he bent at the waist and glared back at the tiny nymph. “Denying it won’t change the facts. You’re mine, Nikita.” Her only response was a raised brow as she slammed the door in his face.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Ronan pa rked his pickup and hopped out. He hefted the rocking chair out of the bed of his truck where it had been laying on its side. Up until ten years ago River Oaks retirement apartments had been the town hospital. When the new hospital was constructed, the old building was converted into apartments for the disabled