His Next Trick
Illusionist. Magician, celebrity… World’s most eligible bachelor for a decade.
After two shows a day, seven days a week for more years than I can remember, I wonder if this really could be my last show.
For real though. No illusions. No more tricks.
Just getting honest with myself.
God knows I’ve got enough cash stacked to last more than one lifetime and I’m not getting any younger.
I keep in shape, sure. But there are only so many times a guy can escape certain death several times a day.
I’ve got a tight team to help me pull it off, but something’s not the same as it used to be with my long-term manager and agent.
Or is it just that I don't actually like the guy?
One thing’s for sure, I’m taking a break after this. I need to do more than just perform like a circus freak.
My life’s so full of nothing it’s almost unbelievable.
I’m on the road so I don’t have to go home to my empty house.
A castle with no queen.
A magician who can make a whole building disappear but I can’t even pull the one true love of my life out of a hat, or anywhere else.
Or can I?
Spotting her in the front row, I don’t have time to play the ‘will she, won’t she?’ game.
No.
I don’t just pull love out of a hat, I pull her out of the front row audience, instantly charged with the knowledge she’s the one.
Instantly possessive and protective of her. I know that she’ll be my next trick.
Guaranteed to be the hardest to pull off because I’m falling too deep with a single glance.
But she will be mine. No matter what.
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