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her
from neck to slender waist with the instructions Kiss the
Fairy across the front. Danny felt like doing anything but.
    “And harassment toward a coworker at that,”
she said lightly. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Danny.” Her
curly head remained bent over the cookbook.
    Danny dropped the cardboard box he had been
lugging. It hit the floor with a thud that echoed through the still
apartment, but Ambrielle didn’t even start at the noise.
    “I was ashamed,” he agreed in a
dangerous tone. “Thanks to you, my coworkers now think I’m a perv,
and Anne is threatening to bring charges to court.”
    “And all because you had to be stubborn.”
    “All because what? ”
    She faced him. “I warned you to give notice,
but you wouldn’t listen. I gave you the chance to get away without
a fuss, but you wouldn’t take it. What is that but
stubbornness?”
    She stood before him, not defiantly, but with
a casual air as if they were discussing dinner options or talking
about what was going to be on TV. Her easy attitude was what got to
him most. She wasn’t concerned with his troubles. Why should she
be? This wasn’t her life she was ruining.
    Something in him snapped then. He took hold
of her narrow shoulders, turning her to face him. “I’m sure you
mean well,” he said. “I don’t doubt you even think you’re doing me
some good. But, frankly, this godmother thing isn’t working out.
And so, without further ado I just want to say ‘goodbye and good
luck.’”
    And before she could react, he suddenly swept
her slender body up in his arms. A startled squeak escaped her
lips, but he didn’t give her time to get another word out. Didn’t
they always say something in the stories about not giving fairies a
chance to put a spell on you?
    He carried her swiftly to the open front
door, deposited her lightly in the empty hall, and retreated as
soon as her feet touched the carpet, slamming the apartment door in
her face.
    At his feet, Brutus whined and gave him a
reproachful look, but he didn’t care. Alone again, peace and
well-being rolled over him. He still faced unemployment and a
possible lawsuit from a coworker, but it was amazing how taking
just one right step could make all the other pieces of your life
fall into place. He’d take a relaxing evening off—he deserved
it—and save his troubles for another day.
    His stomach rumbled sharply, reminding him he
hadn’t eaten a full meal at lunchtime because he’d been in such a
rush to escape Ambrielle. Now the smells coming from the oven made
his mouth water. He also remembered his late rise this morning and
how he’d had to scurry to get ready for work. There’d been no time
for a shower or a shave. He’d take care of that now, while dinner
was cooking.
    But first he needed to make sure he’d taken
care of the godmother infestation around here. He pressed an ear to
the front door and listened. No sound filtered through.
    All the same, he turned the lock and twisted
the dead bolt for added security. With an angry fairy you could
never be too careful. Then, whistling contentedly, he meandered
down the hallway toward the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he
went. He felt good for the first time all day.
    Stepping into the bathroom, he started the
water running and ducked back down the hall to see if he could find
a change of clothes amid the mess Ambrielle had made of his
bedroom.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    “What the…? How did you get in here?”
    Ambrielle didn’t even open her eyes at the
exclamations coming from the bathroom doorway, but sank a little
deeper into the warm tub of water, letting the scented bubble bath
close over her like a thick, foamy blanket. The heat felt good
after a long day of wandering the real world, her ethereal feet
bound up in very physical shoes. It was something she would have to
get used to. With her heightened fairy senses, everything in their
world seemed more painful and uncomfortable than it was in hers.
Then again,